Poem November 4, 1944 Issue

The Secret Place

LORENE H. TROUSDALE

My life is not a fleeting breath,
Subject to accident or fate;
Confined within false walls of sense,
Where mortal terrors lie in wait.

My life is peacefully secure
When I can know unreal all strife;
Since God is All and fills all space
I shall not fear—He is my Life.

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