Poem December 6, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Deliverance

BLANCHE MURIEL FUNNELL

About them all the wilderness spread out,
The sea before. On either side high hills
Withheld escape from enemies who scorned
To free them from a merciless hard yoke
Of bitter slavery. They were shut in—
Yet hear, O Israel, beloved of God!
Forbear to doubt. His outstretched arm still waits
To bless, protect, and strengthen; yea, to save
When thou wilt cease the tumult of thy fears.
Draw near, no fearsome thing awaits thee here.
And so the waters parted. So they trod
Secure, unharmed and free upon dry land:
Perceived unerring judgement on their foes,
And witnessed Love's appearing to command
Triumphant passage through the mist of fears.

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