Poem November 21, 1931 Issue

Then Came the Dawn

FLORA B. BENNETT

As flowers droop beneath the pelting rain,
So, in adversity's correcting showers,
I bowed my face to earth and felt the pain
Of disappointed hopes and tear-filled hours.

Then came the dawn; the sun's clear, warming rays;
The flowers lifted up their heads and smiled;
And I—my lesson learned—from dark and fear-filled ways
Turned toward the Father as a weary child.

He took my hand in His. The gloomy night
Dissolved as mists before the rising sun,
And in the radiance of the glorious light
Of Life, Truth, Love, the healing work was done.

Then with the dawn, through consciousness made clear,
I knew the glorious truth that manna from above
Was feeding me. No more had I to fear—
I was encompassed and enfolded in God's love!

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