Poem January 14, 1939 Issue

Our Only Preachers

MILLICENT J. TAYLOR

No earthborn dogma mounts the platform here;
No mortal theory, temporal and frail;
The Bible and our textbook we revere—
Preachers of sermons strong that never fail.

These holy words, from human doctrine free,
Words richly wrought in Life and Truth and Love,
Of present help, unlocked by sacred "key,"
Comprise a sermon sent us from above.

Father, we thank Thee for the vision far
Of one sweet woman, pure enough to see
That with these preachers as our guiding star
We would unerringly be led to Thee.

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