Poem January 21, 1939 Issue

I Thank Thee, Father

MILDRED NICKERSON HALL

From self-will's way, where briar and thorn
tear at my wayward feet from morn
till weary night comes down, I turn
with deep humility to learn
the way that Thou wouldst have me go.
I take Thy waiting hand. Oh, show
to me the path of Truth and Love
that leads from sense to things above
the worldling's view, Father, I pray.
I thank Thee that I've found Thy way.

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