And at even, discouraged and wearied, You carelessly go to your rest, Forgetting that Jesus is waiting. To pillow your head on His breast. He longs for a word of thanksgiving, And to hear your love spoken again; He asks to review the day’s record, And to cleanse it of blotches and stain. So pause for a little each morning. And again at the close of the day, To talk with the Saviour who loves you; Remember, He taught us to pray. THE SOVEREIGN RULER The world is in a turmoil, 'tis getting worse and worse, It cannot e’er be better while still remains the curse; That which began in Eden continues to this day: Man’s hatred of his brother, of God, and of Christ’s way. True statesmen are all helpless; they know not what to do; Their problems are gigantic; they see no clear way through; For evil men, seducers, with their unholy quest For world power and dominion are earth’s prevailing pest. And then the arch-deceiver whose time is short, he knows, With all his fiendish legions God’s plan still doth oppose; He still deceives the nation, deceives the churches too, While vast amalgamations increas ing come to view. But chaos and disorder shall not at length prevail; Christ Jesus is returning, Hjs com ing will not fail: Then, then, shall earth have order, and not till then have peace, When He, the sovereign ruler, shall make all wars to cease. —J. Danson Smith
CO-EXISTENCE! Lord, forbid that I should be content with co-existence When Thou hast said, "Come out from them that evil do.” Forbid that I should fail to hear Thee calling, Or cease to frown on sin, a Christian true! Oh, help me. Lord, then to be up and doing And not content to simply co-exist; But do my part to rid the world of evil, Lest a weak brother fall in sin’s abyss. Yes, busy at the tasks Thou hast for me In holy efforts, the labor of my hands, Or breathing prayers. Oh, may Thy Spirit be Within to make aware of Thy com mands That I may know that glorious co-existence, Lord, with Thee! In the maelstrom of family cares, And the husband must rush to his work So there wasn’t a moment for prayers! Then the children were sent to the school room, And thus, the grind of the day begins; With no word from God’s Book to remember, Nor the echo of strengthening hymns. What wonder the burdens are heavy, The hours seem irksomely long; What wonder that rash words are spoken, And the life seems discordant and wrong; IMPORTANCE OF PRAYER You say you were busy this morn ing,
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