Poem October 25, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Perfect Boon

EARL BALDWIN THOMAS

Lord, I am grateful for the healing art
That dawned upon me at despair's black brink,
For grace that followed fast my change of heart,
For each pure thought that came to me to link
My consciousness with Mind's eternal might;
For trials that purge away the cumbering dross
And show Love watching through the darkling night,
And Truth's triumphant crown beyond the cross.

Guide Thou my life and shape my every prayer,
That I may walk within Thy light alway.
Thought cannot ask a greater boon than this:
To hear and do the will of God to-day.

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