Poems and
Short Features
Home
To little children
"home" is that dear place where Mother is,
Where every wound doth ever find the healing kiss of love,
And little sobbing hearts are soothed to rest upon her breast.
In latter years that dear word "home" awakes the precious thought
Of loving wife and happy little ones, and peace and rest,--
A refuge sweet where outside cares and worries cannot come.
And when the sun of life is sinking in the west, we dream
Of "home" as that blest gathering place where often through the year
Our children, and their children, come with wealth of grateful love,
That makes our heart forget the pain and toil of former years.
But to the Christian, though
the earthly loves be near and dear,
The thought of "home" belongs to that most heavenly place where God,
And Christ, and all the holy angels are, where sorrow finds
No place, and every longing heart is fully satisfied;
Where we shall love and serve Him perfectly, and meet again,
Not ever part from former pilgrims on "the narrow way;"
Where we shall sit with Christ upon His throne, and bless with peace
And joy the whole creation, groaning now in pain and tears!
And year by year the golden
chain grows longer, that doth draw
Us closer to our heavenly home, as one by one, "the priests"
In silence pass beneath "the veil." each one an added link.
Ah! then, to gain an entrance to that blest abode shall we
Not count the present things but "loss and dross," and lightly touch
Each object that might hold our heart's affections to this earth,--
For where our treasure us, e'en there our hearts will also be.
--Gertrude W, Siebert, Poems
of the Way, p. 100
Duties
Duties
may at times seem to conflict, but they do not really do so. A Christian’s
first duty is his hearty acknowledgment of his Creator and Lord, in all his
ways. His second duty, if he be a husband and father, is toward his wife and
children; or if she be a wife and mother, it is toward her husband and children.
In the divine arrangement the husband is made the provider of the family, and is
not obeying the divine law if he neglect this duty—no matter for what reason,
unless it be disability through sickness. Likewise, the wife’s first duty is
that of care-taker; looking after the comfort and encouragement of her husband
and children along the path of duty. The marriage contract, by divine
arrangement, comes in as a first mortgage upon every husband’s time and upon
every wife’s time—the demands of this mortgage must be reasonably met before
anything can be properly done to or for outsiders.
—Reprints,
p. 2488
The
Wife
[A
wife] is not to wait for outsiders to admonish her that she is deficient in
wifely respect toward her husband, nor to wait for her husband to indicate that
he thinks she is not treating him with the respect due him according to the
marriage covenant and according to the Scriptural delineations of a wife’s
duty. On the contrary, in looking
about her to see what are the responsibilities and duties of a wife, let her see
that she reverence her husband and realize that nothing short of this is the
meaning of her marriage vow according to the Scriptures —whatever it may mean
according to the world and various human conceptions.
Reverence toward the husband means much, and really enters into all of
life’s affairs, and touches and influences every act and word and thought
respecting the home and its interests.
—Studies
in the Scriptures, vol. 6, p. 498
Patience
The
purple grape must be crushed
To make the
sweet, red wine,
And furnace fires must fiercely burn,
The drossy gold
to refine;
The wheel must cruelly grind,
Else where the
jewel’s light?
And the steel submit to the polishing,
Or how would the
sword grow bright?
How
then, my soul, wilt thou
The Spirit’s
fruits posses,
Except thou lovingly yield thyself
To the Hand that
wounds to bless?
Then patiently let the fire
Consume all
earthly dross—
Thou canst not hope to wear the Crown,
If thou refuse
the Cross!
—Poems
of Dawn, p. 175
What
a Friend!
“What
a friend we have in Jesus,”
Sang a
little child one day;
And a weary woman listened
To the
darling’s happy lay.
All
her life seemed dark and gloomy,
All her heart
was sad with care;
Sweetly rang out baby’s treble,—
“All our sins
and griefs to bear.”
She
was pointing out the Savior
Who would carry
every woe;
And the one who sadly listened
Needed that dear
Helper so!
Sin
and grief were heavy burdens
For a fainting
soul to bear;
But the baby singer bade her,
“Take it to
the Lord in prayer.”
With
a simple, trusting spirit,
Weak and worn,
she turned to God,
Asking Christ to take her burden,
Owning Him as
her dear Lord.
Jesus
was her only refuge,
He could take
her sin and care,
And He blessed the weary woman
When she came to
Him in prayer.
And
the happy child, still singing,
Little knew she
had a part
In God’s wondrous work of
bringing
Peace unto a
troubled heart.
—Poems
of Dawn, p. 108
Friend
of Children
Jesus,
Friend of little children,
Be a Friend to
me;
Take my hand, and ever keep me
Close to Thee.
Show
me what my love should cherish,
That, too, it
should shun!
Lest my feet for poison flowers
Swift should
run.
Teach
me how to grow in goodness,
Daily as I
grow:
Thou hast been a child, and surely
Thou dost
know.
Fill
me with Thy gentle meekness,
Make my heart
like Thine;
Like an altar lamp, then let me
Burn and
shine.
Step
by step, oh, lead me onward,
Upward into
youth;
Wiser, stronger, still becoming
In Thy truth.
Never
leave me, nor forsake me,
Ever be my
Friend;
For I need Thee from life's dawning
To its end.
—British
Hymnal, #457
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