Comrade God

by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

Behold Thy magic, oh Lord,
Creating new beauties before me!
I stand upon Earth's somber crust,
And watch Thee come forth, spurting in verdure,
Spouting in pure rivulets.
I watch Thee descend, marking the valley
With mist. I watch Thee garland the dead branches.
I hear Thee in the song of the morning lark.
And in the turmoil of the day
I need not stop and listen,
For Thou art beside me, crying aloud,
And my soul is glad to hear.
Oh, companionable art Thou, Beloved!
I need not a comrade,
For Thou art here beside me!

Last updated January 14, 2019