Poem January 3, 1942 Issue

Treasure

MAE TUCKER

Before each heart with its fret and care,
The Christ is waiting admission there.
The gifts this holy visitor brings
Are prepared of God—the promised things
For those who hear and obey His Word.
Though to mortal sense unseen, unheard,
This treasure surpasses the Magi's store;
But inner hands must open the door.

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