Mary Alice Walton God Poems

  • 1.
    My child, the cold dews of evening are 'round thee,
    Bereft of thy sight,
    And dark lines of sorrow and trials surround thee
    By day and by night.
    ...
  • 2.
    O'er rocks where sea waves wrestled, far from yon city's height
    A woman walked 'mid shadows, and watched for morning light.
    A woman strong with purpose, though burdened with life's care,
    The silvered tints of starlight matched threads in gold-brown hair.
    ...
  • 3.
    The terrors of night have fallen on me,
    The shadow of forms no longer I see,
    Eyes that have lingered on objects of light
    Are now ever closed by day and by night;
    ...
  • 4.
    God calls you, my Daughter-I hear the sweet voice
    Of Jesus our Saviour, He would make you His choice,
    To work in His vineyard, to teach in His name;
    He'd give you the power, lost souls to reclaim.
    ...
  • 5.
    Gethsemane, how oft, grown dim,
    With bleeding hearts, unpardoned sin,
    A Cross with pearls, and gems inlaid,
    God's gift of love, the price prepaid.
    ...
  • 6.
    The battle-cry is sounding loud, a bugle calls to arm,
    The hills and dales are clouded o'er, troops gather in alarm;
    With winds is mingled sighing prayer from many a sinking brave;
    A youth obeying duty's call, a life his country gave.
    ...
  • 7.
    In our own native land a Hospital stands,
    Its praises I faintly would speak;
    To me it seems grand, enclosed in love's bands
    By the Sisters of Charity meek.
    ...
  • 8.
    Father, before Thee I am kneeling
    In gratitude and love,
    Sad, weary years I sought, appealing
    For succor from above.
    ...
Total 8 God Poems by Mary Alice Walton

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