Satisfied

Satisfied

Words by Mary Baker Eddy

It matters not what be thy lot,
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine, pure peace is thine,
Whate’er betide.

And of these stones, or tyrant’s thrones,
God able is
To raise up seed — in thought and deed —
To faithful His.

Aye, darkling sense, arise, go hence!
Our God is good.
False fears are foes — truth tatters those,
When understood.

Love looseth thee, and lifteth me,
Ayont hates’ thrall:
There Life is light, and wisdom might,
And God is All.

The centuries break, the earth-bound wake,
God’s glorified!
Who doth His will — His likeness still —
Is satisfied.

Copyright 2005 Johnny Rand Music Publishing
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection