Poem July 9, 1921 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Victory

ELIZABETH JACOB

Fear can never stay the armies
That are marching on for God.
Fear can never wield the pressure
Of a sanctifying rod.
For the holy truth is marching
In invincible array,
Breaking through the stoutest barrier
That would dim the light of day.

Yea, our God is One, and alway
Lord, and Life, and Truth, and Love,
Ever with divine compassion
Drawing mortals far above
All the fear and all the anguish
Of earth's weary dream, and wild,
Proving to man every hour
That he is God's holy child.

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