[Written for the Sentinel]

Wayfaring

Naught can disturb my walk with Thee,Thou ever present God.In this communion I can goThe way our Master trod.

Though oft to sense a weary road,Yet with a joy-filled heart,Upheld by Thy encircling armI dare to do my part.

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