Poem October 30, 1937 ISSUE

Close to Thee

ALICE G. MORGAN

CLOSE, close to Thee, when seeming shadows gather,And I am weary of grief and pain;I touch Thy hand and all my fears are silenced—There is no lack where Love and freedom reign.

So as I journey on the upward pathway,Turning to Thee when fear and doubt would blindTears that had seemed to dim my eyes have vanished—Grief turns to joy, for God is Love, I find.

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