[Written for the Sentinel]

The Wayside

I thought I had a stony path;And wearied by my load,I sighed because the enemyHad strewn thorns in the road.

But when I ceased my murmuringsAnd planned my path no more,I found the wayside filled with flowersI never saw before.

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Trusting God
July 5, 1924
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