Beatitude

Like summer rain that falls on parched ground,Like morning dew that freshens bud and flower,Is that refreshing peace the loved one foundWho sat at Jesus' feet to learn his power.The things that cumber we may lay aside,To choose that better part that shall abide.

How gently do Love's rays dispel earth's night,With glowing warmth; rekindle in the heart new fire!The splendor of Love's purifying lightShone through and blessed the publican's sincere desire.Like birds that sing and soar on fearless wing,Are thoughts that, freed from error, soar and sing.

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Signs of the Times
September 24, 1938
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