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 TheeFor solace in my time of stress.Dear Father-Mother God, I blessThe hand that pointed me the wayTo Science, through which I have learned to pray,"Thy will be done."And, praying, know that everyoneHas access to Thy love and care,Since good is present everywhere.Then, knowing Thou art All-in-all,I pause to hear Thy loving callAnd 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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