Poem January 31, 1942 Issue

Guidance

LAURA BROWN CROWELL

There is no step too difficult to take,
There is no hurt too deep for us to bear;
Our Father hears before we even speak—
He goes before us as the step we dare,
And lifts the woe;
He marched before the Israelites of old—
A cloud by day, a line of fire by night.
We have this promise: Lo, I am with thee;
Fear not, O child of Mine, I shall requite—
For Mine the battle,
Mine the victory.
I am the doer of eternal right.

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