Poem June 17, 1944 Issue

Victory

CONSTANCE DAVIS GUNDELFINGER

Dear God, Thy love surrounds me even here,
Right where I stand, though heavy seems the press.
Help me to know that Thou art very near,
O Love, that I may feel Thy loveliness!

Dear God, I thank Thee for this very hour;
I know Thy precious love does hold me fast,
And tenderly I feel Thy wondrous power
Uplifting, shielding, till the storm is past.

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