Poem August 1, 1936 Issue

My Supply

LEILA SMITH GRIFFITH

To understand, each day, a little more
Of God's dear love,
To feel His sacred presence ever near,
All fear remove,
To know I am His well-beloved child,
And that in peace and safety I abide
Beneath the shelter of His gracious wing,
The while my footsteps He doth gently guide
To heights above;

To listen daily for His loving call
And, hearing, fly
To answer Him in true obedience:
Lord, here am I!
To bow in meek submission to His will,
To know that in His perfect kingdom is
No bitterness of failure or of loss,
No heartbreak, nothing unlike God—this, this
Is my supply!

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