Poem November 8, 1941 Issue

Light of Love

ALTHEA BROOKS

Father, I offer praise to Thee,
For I was blind, but now I see;
Deaf, but now I hear Thy voice;
Dumb, but loudly now rejoice!

The light of Love has dawned on me
And it has healed me—made me free.
So I will glorify Thy name;
For I was poor, but riches came.

I who was sick am cleansed from pain;
I who was dead now live again.
So, I return to bring to Thee
Thanks for my eyes; for now I see!

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