Guidance

Lost in the wild was I.And it was night—Cold, dark. There was no moon,Nor were there stars to light the sky.Sad was my plight.

I thought, "I must turn back."But then Truth cried,"Stand where thou art, my child!Be not afraid!What dost thou lack?I am thy guide."

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Signs of the Times
June 4, 1938
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