Submission

God sometimes hangs a curtain Before our toiling life, And shuts us in from all the world Of work and sin and strife, That He may give, from Hand Divine, The gift Love only can afford; And in the solemn quietness We learn the secret of the Lord. Yet often we forget His touch And cry, “O Lord! My tasks await. Let me be strong; there is so much I would do at the mercy-gate.” His answer comes in gentle tones- “This is thy task alone: My will discern and truly learn To say ‘Thy will...