Light Is Coming Through The Dark

(Sent to Bro. Jones, in Africa on the Congo.)*

(Sent by Rev. Burton Crankshaw, to - - - Jones, a missionary on the Congo.)**

God bless you, little heathen child,

Who roams about the country wild;

Your gleam of truth is yet a spark,

But light is coming through the dark.

Be patient then, dear little ones,

And trust in them, God’s chosen sons,

To teach you more about the love

Which waits you in Heaven above.

Tho’ far away I often think

Of you upon some river brink;

And wish that you could see as I

The love of Him who dwells on high.

You see the flowers, the birds and trees,

And ask yourselves who gave you these.

We answer “God” o’er ocean’s brim,

Who gives you more by loving him.

Feb. 14, ‘91

*Original Poems from March 1890 to Oct. 1891

**Collection June 7, 1990 to Feb. 1899