Poem June 22, 1940 Issue

Healing Prayer

EUNICE M. BRONSON

As simply as the child that seeks his mother's knee,
For comfort, do I, trusting, turn to Thee
For solace in my time of stress.
Dear Father-Mother God, I bless
The hand that pointed me the way
To Science, through which I have learned to pray,
"Thy will be done."
And, praying, know that everyone
Has access to Thy love and care,
Since good is present everywhere.
Then, knowing Thou art All-in-all,
I pause to hear Thy loving call
And heed its message, "Peace, be still."
I see there is no grief or ill!
The evil phantom fades from view,
And I rejoice in Truth anew.

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