Our sabbath rest, the peace of pause
Sentenced for life, a dependent clause
One soul purpose, He, the cause
of all unfolding.
Curtain draws . . .
We feel his touch: perfect tense!
The verb, his Love, our recompense,
for trusting Him beyond all sense.
Sub-ject children question whence.
His slow reply through time not ours:
“No wall, no fence, nor lofty towers,
raging storms, mere earthly powers.
Hear me whisper from the flowers
in my garden.
I love you forever.”