Poem February 20, 1937 Issue

The Answer

ZITA LOUISE BAKER

Oh, lift me high above the mists that blow
Throughout the valley of captivity!
Hemmed in on every side, my heart is low,
My thought is clouded, every step is slow.
I seek with anxious tears for liberty.

Are you, my son, still searching in the night
For that which lies about you everywhere?
You dwell forever in the changeless light
Of My perfection. See, your way is bright!
Before you called, I answered all your prayer.

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