Charles R. Grisham
Oh, how I wished to drop my load,
Out where love's sweet waters flowed;
I stopped to rest, and there I sighed,
That God would end my foolish pride.
But as I sat, an angel came,
With heavenly love all aflame;
He bade me to myself deny,
And on my Master to rely.
Look ahead, and see the light,
That shines beyond all sense and sight;
Where glories of an all-pervading mind,
A universal heaven, unconfined.
Then ending all my needless weeping,
I arose to walk in the Father's blessing;
To gladly bear my earthly load,
Toward heaven's mighty blessed abode.
December 28, 1951
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