In a lonely little parish
For a year a man of God
Taught in love the common people
Of the pathway Christ has trod.
Told to them the old, old story
Of the wondrous One who gave
His own life on Calvary's summit
Lost and ruined souls to save.
Sometimes it was told in gladness,
But there, too, were hours of pain.
That they followed not the Savior,
Though besought o'er and again.
Oft he deemed his labor wasted,
Many times discouraged grew,
But, withal, he had resolved that
He would to the cross be true.
But no life that's truly given
To the service of the Lord
E'er is lost but in the seeming,
So declares the precious Word.
Words that months ago he'd spoken
One day quickened into life,
And a soul communed with Jesus
That before had known but strife.
Then the pastor's heart was gladdened
And his Godly faith renewed,
For he'd prove the precious promise.
He had waited on the Lord.
*Recommended reading: The Works of Katherine Davis Chapman Tillman (Schomburg Library of Nineteenth-Century Black Women Writers) (1991), edited by Claudia Tate, the only major scholar of Chapman Tillman that I found.