Poem June 13, 1908 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

OUR LIFE

WINIFRED BORLEE.

O God, our Life, upon whose tender breast
As trustful babes our heart should ever rest,
Knowing that evil hath nor place nor part,
Nor any voice nor kingdom where Thou art.

Spirit of truth, All-Father, perfect Mind,
Whose boundless thought embraces, unconfined,
The infinite, eternal all, wherein
No sense is found of sickness, grief, or sin.

Thou source of love, O teach me day by day
To know Thou art the Life, the Truth, the way!
To follow humbly, work Thy perfect will,
And share with all Thy blessing, "Peace, be still."

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