Poems (Coolidge)/God's Garner

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

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 repine
When 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.