The Inner Self

The Inner Self
by Joel S. Goldsmith
Twas in the marketplace I found Thee sitting at the gate
Oh man of many faces and Master of the Fates.
There gathered those around Thee whose ears were tuned to hear
The stories of the Master and the Psalms of yesteryear.

"Come to Me, ye heavy laden, drop they burdens at My feet
I AM strong in faith and power, drink this water, fear no heat.
From the noon-day glare I shade thee; for thy hunger, take ye bread.
Weary sore-foot traveller, rest ye here, My arm thy bed.
Had ye known Me, I had led thee by a way ye know not of.
Under palm trees, under date trees, mid the shading greens."

Thus the bidding of the Master to a feast in Bethany
To the wanderer of the desert and the sinner at His feet.

"Long I woo'd thee ere ye heard Me, Long I bade thee to the feast.
Which the Heavenly Father spreadeth for the children of the East.
Have ye precious jewels to barter; have ye oils and spices too;
Have ye slaves and pretty dancers, borne in caravans and boats?
Merchants rich and sickly beggars, I AM come that ye might live,
Not by bread or wine or water, but by streams of Love divine.
Not by food or beast or fertile field, nor yet by golden wine.
But by My Light, inspired Word, and in My narrow Way
I bid ye come and eat and drink and rest that ye might live,
and live thy life abundantly as fits thee, child of God;
And in His many mansions dwell, in heavenly riches stay.

Ye need not toil, nor fret ye, the Father's Life is thine,
No power can e'er disturb thee, no tyrant's rule touch thine.
I give thee freedom to thy soul and set thy sore limbs free,
I give thee grace to run thy race and peace that makes thee whole.
The Letters, pg 7-8