# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1906_S5
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

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The Lutheran Pioneer. 5

One Day at a Time. - Angel_Guards. °

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; mnie Oa : sprea 1y wings above me,
not borrow trouble And shield me from alarm!
from the morrow, but Though Satan would devour me,
bear their cross simply Let angel-guards sing o’er me:
for the day, remem- ‘This child of God shall meet no harm!’ ”

bering their Savior’s
words: “Take there-
fore no thought for
the morrow, for the
morrow shall take
thought for the things
of itself. Sufficient
unto the day is the ,
evil thereof.” This
living day by day,
trusting in the prom-
ise: “As thy day, so
shall thy strength be,”
will make your burden easier and will spare you
the harrowing thoughts of worry and anguish by
which you make your own life and the lives of
others miserable. Life does not come to us all at
one time; it comes only a day at a time. Do not
worry about the future, which is in God’s hands,
but lighten your burden by carrying it a day at a
time. “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.”

A Christiani lady had met with a very scrious
accident, which made a painful operation necessary
and kept her in bed for many months. When the
doctor had finished his work and was about taking
his leave, the sick woman asked, -

“Doctor, how long shall I have to lie here help-
less ?”

“Oh, only one day at-a time,” was the cheery
answer. J

_ Many times during the weary weeks of sickness

did the doctor’s answer recall to the woman’s mind
her Savior’s words: “Sufficient unto the day is the
evil thereof,” and the comforting promise: “As thy
day, so shall thy strength be.”

“As thy day thy strength shall be!
This should be enough for thee;

He who knows thy frame will spare
Burdens more than thou canst bear.”

“Thy Will Be Done.”

“What would you do, if I in the new year would
become blind?” said grandmother, rubbing her eyes.
“V1 tell you what to do, grandma,” said little
Jessie, jumping up from her Christmas playthings.

“What?” asked grandma.

“Go, and tell Jesus,” said Jessie; “that is what
I would do.”

“Perhaps He would not cure me,” said grand-
mother. :

“Then He would give you strength to say, ‘Thy
will be done,’ and then you would not mind it,
grandma,” said the dear little girl.

Waiting for the Boatman.

I am waiting by the river

On the quiet, peaceful shore —

I am watching for the boatman;
Soon he’ll come to waft me o’er.
Then the boat will glide so swiftly,
And the Pilot kind and true

Will not leave me in the darkness,
He will steer me softly through.

Though dark clouds surround the river,
And the breakers loudly roar,

Swectly come the songs of angels
From that far-off spirit shore.

And I catch bright gleams of beauty
-From a city wondrous fair

Looming just beyond the river,

Many friends are gathered there.

Many loved ones have crossed over,

They have reached the other side,

*Twas the Pilot’s hand that steered them

Through the waters dark and wide.

There are rays of golden sunshine

Falling on the peaceful shore

As I’m waiting for the boatman,

Till he comes to waft me o’er. X
ESTHER PETERSON,