Poem March 19, 1938 Issue

Reality

FLORENCE E. HOUGHTON

Help me, dear Lord, to see this cloak of matter
For what it is—an unreality—
And help me, Lord, to don the snowy vestments
Of Truth, as understanding sets me free.
Then, as I walk the path of Thy appointing,
Upheld by arms of Love, so strong and sure,
Shall I, at last, from this dream fully waken
To see Thy face in glory evermore.

Help me, dear Lord, to see the mortal body
For what it is, a house built on the sand;
And help me, Lord, to prove by demonstration
The joy of those obeying Thy command.
Then, as I walk the path of Thy appointing,
I shall be building on the Rock and see,
At last, the house completed, firmly standing,
And at the door behold—reality.

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