(Written by a mother to her daughter)
In this Book, my child, I give you
Food and drink and golden store,
And a sword that will protect you,
Pleasures, too, forevermore.
As you journey on life’s pathway,
Hasten not, but stop, and drink;
And when earthly things entice you,
Of eternal treasures think.
Think of Him, who left the glory—
Left His Father’s loving side;
All to tell your heart the story
Of the Bridegroom and the Bride.
And to open wide the palace,
Where He waits to welcome you;
And the bitter in life’s chalice
Will be drained with joy by you.
In it you will find the fashion
Of the spotless robe He gives,
That will cover all the passion,
And the sin that He forgives.
Thus, sweet child, in faith press onward,
Trusting, loving, satisfied,
Till in Jesus’ name you conquer,
And in Jesus’ love abide.
F. M. Beckwith