Article October 31, 1931 Issue

Finding Our Home

MYRTLE R. BIGGINS

"I don't know where my home is," sobbed a wee child who was wandering up and down the street in the darkness. Two friends who were in the habit of watching that their coming and going was always animated by the spirit of the prayer Mrs. Eddy has given us (Miscellaneous Writings, p. 397; Poems, p. 13):

"My prayer, some daily good to do
To Thine, for Thee;
An offering pure of Love, whereto
God leadeth me,"

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