The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-05-19
GODS POWER TO SAVE.
Written by Mrs. W. Barton on her recen
experience.

Written by Mrs. W. Barton on her recent
experience.
Wonderful peace, Jesus gives His peace
to me,
Like his love boundless sea-
Oh how sweet The old, old story,
Sang by a messenger Of God with glory.
The listener sat, hereyes with tears agow,
How the sad heart longed this sweet peace
toknow,
Conviction was great in her heart that day,
But her pride held her back from the good
old way.
The Spirit called, Come child, waste not
thy days in sin,
But before she could riso she was bound by
Satan's iron chain,
Come back, he whispered, think of the joy
Y can give,
And your idol here on earth docs live.
Had she an idol? Yes it was true,
Twas on earth and God gave it too.
1t was hor golden-h haired boy she adored,
God knew she idolizeu him instead of her
Lord.
She turned to him as he sat by her side,
A vision of beauty that thrilled her with
pride,
She pressed him to her beating heart,
There found peace, whispering, we never
will part.
But, God works in a mysterious way,
Gently the Spirit called her day by day,
Wait u little while she said with Sigh,
Little dreaming of the sorrow that would
come by and by.
Weeks passed on. the elovo for her boy grew
stronger,
Grieyed was the Spirit when He found He
conld not WOO her,
Then God said in his mercy she must not
be lost,
Twill call her another way, and she must
pay the cost.
Soon there came an awful night to her.
Her child was i'll. how she longod his pain
to endure.
Surely He will spare alm. he is all my life
to me,
But Gods angel had como to carry him
DER deaths sea-
O God! she cried, spare spare my child,
My heart is breaking, my brain is almost
Wild
AS her frightened eyes bchcld his heaving
bosom,
And sho began 10 or'alize her loss, aud
deaths awful gloom.
She fell o. her knees waling and praying,
q merc.Iul God, have pity on me, she was
saying,
Give back my darling life that is so dear
to me,
And will give my heart, my life, thino
evermore to be.
But God knew her nature, aud saw that
no;bing would WOO her,
Only to tear away her love, though his
compassionate heart it did str,
For Jesus had said alittle child shalt lead
them,
So tcndcr'y and lovingly he pluckcl tho
flower from the stem.
The agony of that mothers heart none can
Her cry Of anguish was like n mournful
kncl.
Oh, how sho rebellcd against that sweet
Spirit
When iIc tried to comfort and help her
endure it,
Was il not said, whore tho treasure Is the
heart will be also.
lis thy heart | want for love thee, thou
surely doth know;
Thy child is safe, patiently waiting for
mother.
Give me thy heart, It's Jesus that calls, thy
compassionate Lord and Brother.
As she listened to the voice, her heart filled
with despair,
She rcmem berei her lost soul unready to
e0ter that city so fair
But she lonsed to so where her darling had
gone,
And clasp him to her aching heart ere an.
other dawn.
This world is naught 10 her now that her
heart is in heaven,
Grd said whom he loved, he would rcbuke
and chastcn.
Tired ana weary Of llfo and longing Tor
She fell on her knees and all her burdens
at his lcot did cast,
God forgive moor sinner who Is unworthy |
thy face to behold,
yield 70 thy will and my lovo no longer
withhold, =,
For thou nrt mighty and wise and doth all
things we'll.
Then AS she beloved und accepted on her |
richest blessings foil, -..-
Soon TO the heart that had been filed with
rebellion and strife
Came the comfort and joy, OF the sweet |
yielded life,
And as Gods messenger sang OF peace, in |
that sweet strain,
the same was echoed back from heaven,
In tho angel refrain.