Poem October 2, 1926 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Assurance

KATE L. DE WITT

Yes, weary one, Truth is for thee!
And it will heal and set thee free;
No shadow of a sinful past
Can blight upon true being cast.

Thy trembling steps are at the door
Which leads to peace forevermore;
Love's tender voice bids thee make bold
To claim thy place within Christ's fold.

Thy humble, earnest heart God knows;
He pities, heeds, and heals thy woes.
Close as a circlet of pure gold
Unending Love doth thee enfold.

The tatters of material sense
Give place to robes of righteousness;
With gospel peace thy feet are shod,
To do the bidding of thy God.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Editorial
The Christian Science Pleasant View Home
October 2, 1926
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit