Poem May 20, 1944 Issue

Fulfillment

MARY WILLIS SHELBURNE

It is enough that Love divine
Gives me each day my daily bread;
All that my Father has is mine,
All of my hunger richly fed.

Hour by hour, day by day,
His blessings fall like gentle rain;
His voice speaks to me all the way,
And heals all sorrow, sin, and pain.

Of any lack I have no fear,
Because His wisdom has decreed
for all His creatures, all held dear,
Complete fulfillment of their need.

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