"The secret place"

LILLIAN BARKER BEEDE

Within Thy secret place, O Love, I kneel:
The door is shut; no sinful sense can steal
Across the threshold of this holy place
Where I have come in search of truth and grace;
My lips are mute; here thought alone doth pray
For revelation of the Christly way.

Mind's white-winged angel-thoughts come from above
And thrill my being with the voice of Love;
Down through the centuries the message still
Proclaims the peace on earth, toward men good will;
The Christ is here, world wars destroying naught;
God's universal peace abides in thought.

Send a comment to the editors

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit

"The secret place"

We'd love to hear from you!

Sign up for unlimited access