Poem August 22, 1942 Issue

Freedom

THELMA BROOKS

Truth , gentle Truth,
knocked at my door;
I had not known Love's touch before.

Freed from my pain,
I felt surprise
and fervent hope bade me, "Arise."

Freed from my grief,
I waked to see
that God alone had made me free.

Freed then from sin,
I walked in light,
having no memory of the night.

If an individual's faith is unlimited, his opportunities for service are unlimited as well.—Selected.

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