Poem July 16, 1938 Issue

Sanctuary

MARY C. REYNOLDS

I need but look away
From darkness, doubt, and fear,
And, childlike, turn to God,
To find that He is here.
This lie of suffering sense—
I need but bid it go,
And let divine Love in,
Praying God's will to know.

I need but humbly ask
For light—to have it given;
Only to upward reach,
To find myself in heaven;
Nor wait to gain at last
The perfect peace I seek,
Which now is given those
With spirit truly meek.

In pain I need not toil
To find the perfect man,
Nor grope in shades of night
To see God's holy plan.
Only to bow my head,
My Father's love to feel,
For, lo! the tender Christ
But waits to bless and heal.

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