Poem September 24, 1932 Issue

Gratitude

AGNES M. ABNEY

Father , I lift my joyful heart to Thee
In loving gratitude
That I can sometimes, though but faintly, see
Thy ever present good.

Father, I lift my grateful voice in song
Because I sometimes hear
That "still small voice" that bids us all be strong,
And banishes my fear.

Father, although the way seems drear and long,
The guiding light but dim,
Help me to help my brother man along,
That I may sing with him.

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