Poem February 13, 1932 Issue

Thou Leadest Me

FLORA B. BENNETT

Thou leadest me!
What matters then the load
Of seeming burdens? What the rocky way,
When angels bear me up, direct my feet
So that I stumble not?

Thou leadest me!
Then if my brother fall
Shall I not, with my right hand held in thine,
Reach down my left and gently lift him up
And turn his eyes toward thy light of Truth?

Thou leadest me!
O Father-Mother God,
Why should I fear? Why reach for earthly gain?
Thou, and Thou only, canst give peace and joy
And treasure that throughout eternity
Shall dim not nor decay—Thou givest love.