Poems (Coolidge)/God's Garner
GOD'S GARNER
The treasures thou wouldst garner, Lord, ask them now of me, That so my life may ever Abound in love to thee: Oh, daily, may I gather The sheaves of service true, And bind with my allegiance Whate'er I find to do.
"Each day, I ask thee bravely, The cross I send to bear, And for the self-denial That doth with others share; For helpful words I hearken Though weary thou mayst be, That slights and other's doubting Be meekly borne for me.
"I ask thee to be patient, No day is commonplace, For every homely duty Thou hast my promised grace;
I ask thee to be joyous, My child should ne'er repineWhen giving self completely, Thy life is lost in mine."
Lord, bravely will I gather These sheaves of service true, Through storm or sunshine, daily, Thou wilt my strength renew; Then, though untilled thy garner, I've naught withheld from thee. And love shall bind the treasures For all eternity.