The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1890-03-05
RELIGIOUS MATTERS.
WALKING WITH GOD.

WALKING WITH GOD.
Sand Enoch walked with God, and was
not, for God took him."
sometimes turn me from the page OF glory
The tales of heroes, and the paths they
trod,
And think upon him of whose lifelong
story
Is simply told us that he walked with GOD,
No record of his deeds, II great or lowly,
No roll of battles fought or triumphs won;
lie walked with God, and in that presence,
holy,
Whatever deed He wrought was nobly
done.
No record of the task of his fulfilling,
Whether he watched with shepherds on
the plain,
Or labored patiently, the rich soil filling;
He walked with God, and could not toll in
vain.
No record of his wealth, if little earning,
Or if the tocks on the hills were his;
He walked with God and to Him daily turn.
ing
For daily need, was heir to all that is.
No record of his fame, if to him bending
Men crowned with homage all his length
of days;
Or, humble and unknown to his lfe's end
ing,
He walked with God, and could forego
mans praise.
No record IL his path was bright or dreary,
If through the barren waste or pleasant
vale
He walked with God, and howsoever weary,
He leaned upon an arm that could not fail
We know not if men followed his meek lead.
ing,
If human feet kept pace beside his own;
Or if he walked where all passed by unheed-
He walked with God, and could not be
alone.
We do not know what were the dreams he
| cherished,
What fond affections round his heart did
cling,
How oft his hopes along the wayside per-
ished;
He walked with God and lacked for no
good thing.
We do not know what bitterness oppressed
him;
We do not know what secret tears he shed
We can not know what grefs and ills dis
tressed him;
He walked with God, and so was COM
forted.
We do not know how oft his footsteps STUN
bled,
How oft he faltered on his journeys
length,
How oft he fell, and lay abased and hum.
bled,
He walked with God, and He renewed his
strength.
We do not know what danger doomed before
him,
How oft he quailed at some unlocked fol
foe
He walked with God, and while that arm up.
bore him,
Where'er it led he might not fear to go.
We know not if he always felt that guiding
Or If no shadow ever dimmed his sight;
lie walked with God, and in His care abid
ing
Was safe with Him in darkness or in light
We think he found cool streams and shade.
to cheer him,
And resting places for his tired feet;
And oft when no earthly friend was neal
His soul communed with God in convers,
sweet.
We think the daily mama still was given;
We think each raven brought its needed
dole;
No fountain failed him, and the peace o
Heaven
Lay like the dews of Hermon on his soul.
He walked with God, and no man knows tn,
closing
OF that calm walk, or how the ending
came,
Did his soul pass upon Gods breast repos
And knowing naught of death, except tn,
name?
Or, one day, with the vail Of flesh unbroker
Did God but draw him closer to His side
The shining of his face the only token,
And so pass with him over Jordan's tide?
We know not or if, with or without warn
ing,
Upon his earthly walks the silence fell;
Or if it was evening, or at morning;
We know he walked with God and 1t wa
we'll
And what IL Joy or sorrow shall betide thee
If smooth or rugged ways thy feet hav
trod?
What matter by what way His hand sha
guide thee,
So it be said of thee: "He walked wit
God?'
D.,A Y,,.. l.-. tn