“Thy glad child
Sheltered and saved, wrapped all about from harm,
Happy to be helpless,—and thy child,—
Can only turn and sleep within the blessed rest,
Can only drop the gifts which thou hast given
Back in thy lavish hand. O wealth
Of fullness! That for like, for love, for heaven,
For thyself, thou shouldst thank thyself
In me; and leave me mute and motionless,—at rest.”
There is wondrous uplift in the thought of the glory of the fatherhood to which we are introduced in Christ. Fatherhood itself means love, tender, strong, and faithful; but when we put divinity back of all the love and goodness — Father in heaven — we make the vision enduring and eternal. Human fatherhood, beautiful as it is and rich in affection, is frail and uncertain. To-morrow it may be gone. God is our Father in heaven’s eternal glory. Yet though he is in heaven he never forgets us. Our names are always before him.
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