Healing

Lavinia P. Walker

Oh , this is joy—to sing thy praise
To God, Safe in His care,
When, unto sense, thy human heart
Is lying torn and bare.

Oh, this is gratitude—to give
To God thy thanks sincere,
When naught thou hast but steadfast faith,
To keep thy vision clear.

And this is love—self to forsake,
Thy brother's load to bear,
Midst hate to bless, midst error's thrusts
To breathe a healing prayer.

Joy, gratitude, and love, dear heart,
Will conquer sin and fear;
Thy human sense is healed indeed,
For Love divine is here.

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