Poem October 14, 1944 Issue

The Winds of God

MARY BAKER THOMPSON

When winds of God blow in,
They sweep out false belief;
Their healing currents win
A conquest over grief.
Oh, clean and cool they blow,
Encompassing and kind;
Men feel their touch and know
The harmony of Mind.
Through wilderness, Red Sea,
Where patient feet have trod,
There blow, unceasingly,
The mighty winds of God.