Poem April 30, 1927 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The True Church

EMMA L. TRAXLER

This church not built on shifting sands,
Nor reared by touch of human hands,
All else excels in deeds of love,
Reflected from the Mind above.

Nor rigid creeds, nor rites severe,
Are needful in our worship here;
But faith in Life, in Truth, in Love;
The only test, this faith to prove.

No progress made by mortals can
In any wise affect the plan
Eternal, sacred, just, and wise,
Which all earth yet shall recognize.

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