The Hem of His Garment

Could we but touch with true humility
His garment's hem, that simple touch would bring
A glad renewal of life, renewal of joy:
Earth-trammeled thoughts would soar on bolder wing.

God's infinite compassion always waits
To bless us without mete. Is hope so small,
Is faith so dulled, that even while we pray
We fear lest Love heed not our prayer at all?

And yet we know that but a little truth
Hath power to bless; the truth that God is here
And God is Love alone is quite enough
To banish servitude to doubt and fear.

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On Parting
October 14, 1933

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