EVERY DAY by Emma Miner

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 6, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 32.

EVERY DAY.

By Emma Miner

TAKE a little holy time Every day, Lift your heart into the light On your way. Take a little resting spell As you go, Watch the clouds against the sky Hanging low.

There is always peace somewhere, Deep and still, You will come to it and know 'Tis His will. Enter at the shining gate Open wide, Deeply breathe and gently wait— There abide.

Listen for the guiding voice, God's to you, Every little daily task That you do. This will take off all the jar And the fret, Easily you will forgive And forget.

What the Father takes from you Is no cross, Whole your life is given to you With no loss. That which drops from out the years Is not life; Only that which lasts is saved; Cease from strife.

Strange how eagerly we grasp, For a day, That which perishes and falls In decay. Only trust the Father's love And His care; Life will be all heaven to you Everywhere. —Emma Miner.