Poem March 14, 1936 Issue

Patience

RUTH MARIE DILLON

Are we treading, meek and patient,
In the way our Master trod?
Are our eager footsteps pressing
In the pathway up to God?

Is that Love divine becoming
Nearer, dearer, every day?
Are we grateful for the blessings
That come pouring on our way?

Let our lives attest our gladness,
Let us sing: Oh, peace, be still,
Working, praying, seeking ever
Not our own, our Father's will.

So, with love our hearts o'erflowing,
In sweet confidence and prayer,
As in grace we're daily growing,
Heaven we find is everywhere.

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