Poem May 6, 1939 Issue

Sanctuary

FAY LINN

Lord , I have entered in and closed the door
To finite sense. The hour that crowns my day
With Spirit's peace and joy has come once more,
And eagerly I look to Thee and pray.
Within this citadel no strain or stress
Of discord finds its way into my thought,
Invades the premises of Christliness,
Or seeks to mar the works Thy hand hath wrought.
For growth in grace my earnest longings rise;
I know my need is met, and over all
I hear Thy promise, changeless, calm, and wise,
That Thou wilt answer me before I call.

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