of ways. When the heathen steal they don’t have to be told to hide that which they have taken. They know it’s wrong. This is evidenced by their putting it away in the dark. If they kill a person, they know enough to run and hide, or to blame someone else. God speaks to all men; He does that which is right and perfect. He will do with the hea then whatever He wants to. Remem ber, too, He is going to do with you whatever you do with Him. If you leave Him out of your life, He will leave you out of His life. That is only natural. If you don't want His heaven now, you won’t get any of it after you die. Let me urge you today to make Christ Jesus your loving Lord. TEACH M E TO LOVE There was a time when in my daily prayer I asked for all the things I deemed most fair And necessary to my life: success, Riches, of course, and ease and hap piness, A host of friends, a home without alloy, A primrose path of luxury and joy, Social distinction and enough of fame To leave behind a well-remembered name. Ambition ruled my life. I longed to do Great things, that all my little world might view And whisper, "Wonderful!" Ah, pa tient God, How blind we are, until Thy shep herd's rod Of tender chastening gently leads us on To better things! Today I have but one Petition, Lord: Teach me to love. Indeed, It Is my greatest and my only need. Teach me to love, not those who first loved me, But all the world, with that rare purity Of broad, outreaching thought which bears no trace Of earthly taint, but holds in its em brace Humanity, and only seems to see the Good in all, reflected, Lord, from Thee.
And teach me, Father, how to love the most Those who most stand in need of love — that host Of people who are sick and poor and bad, Whose tired faces show their lives are sad, Who toil along the road with footsteps slow. And hearts more heavy than the world can know. People whom others pass discreetly by, Or fail to hear the pleading of their cry For help, amid the tumult of the crowd; Whose very anguish makes them cold and proud, Resentful, stubborn, bitter in their grief. I want to bring them comfort and relief, To put my hand in theirs, and at their side Walk softly on, a faithful, fearless guide. Oh, Saviour, thou the Christ, truth, evernear, Help me to feel these sad ones dou bly dear Because they need so much! Help me to seek And find that which they thought was lost; to speak Such words of cheer that as we pass along The wilderness shall blossom into song. Ah, love divine, how empty was that prayer Of other days! That which was once so fair— Those flimsy baubles which the world calls joys Are nothing to me now but broken toys. Outlived, outgrown. I thank thee that I know Those much desired dreams of long ago, Like butterflies, have had their sum mer's day Of brief enchantment, and have gone. I pray For better things. Thou knowest, God of love, M y one desire now— teach me to love.
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