FLIGHT

Pray that He come not on the Sabbath
E’er you have ceased from your works
While you are striving to walk on the path
Where the self-will of slavery lurks;
For the heir but as a servant must be
Until he has mastered the art
Of finding himself unfettered and free
The symbol fulfilled in his heart.

Pray that He come not while you have babes
Who the milk of the Word still demand
For that one who coddling and nursing yet craves
Shall be stripped of the swaddling band.
The work that He does on the earth must be quick
Each heart must respond, fear unknown,
Must stretch forth the wing, tho’ the forest be thick
Launch forth when the trumpet is blown.