Poem December 19, 1942 ISSUE

Where Dwellest Thou?

DOROTHEA STURDIVANT FAGAN

Dear child of God, where is thy habitation?
Where dwellest thou, what haven call'st thou home?
Is it this dream of earthly structure, fragile,
Or dost thou in some desert, weary, roam?

Nay, none of these! The shifting sands of error
Sink 'neath the weight of flood and furious gales.
Firm on the eternal rock my house is builded,
The rock of Christ, 'gainst which no storm prevails.

Here, evermore, as child of God I'm anchored
In peaceful ways established from above.
Immortal Life, my heritage, reflected,
Dwelling in Truth and panoplied in Love.

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