Poem March 14, 1942 ISSUE

Reliance

S. LESLIE G. BEAUFOY

Why do I ever doubt Thee, Lord,When seemingly by error pressed?For each and every time I seeThy bounteous love made manifest.

Why do I fret and struggle, Lord,When evil seems to prison me?For if I quiet wait, I hearThe still, small voice that sets me free.

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