Poem February 13, 1943 Issue

Assurance

OPAL WINSTEAD

There is no alien land where I must go—
No spot on earth my Father does not know.

No place in desert, sea, or sky above
Outside the focus of His constant love.

I cannot drift or falter, stray or roam—
Miles are not distance. "Here" is always "home."

Though I should leap, like thought, from star to star,
His answers to my prayers are swifter far.

Doubt-mist before Truth's sunlight disappears—
I live in God; before I call, He hears.

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