Poem March 24, 1945 Issue

My Gentle Lord

ADRIENNE HAIGH

"Thy gentleness hath made me great."
Thy gentle love
Is my estate.

Thy gentleness is stronger far
Than hate and greed
And sickness are.

I have of Thee deep wells of good;
I eat of Thy
Life-giving food.

I rest in Thee, and seek to bring
Mankind to praise
And call Thee King.

Dear God, Thy love, Thy joy, Thy peace
Are here and now;
They bring release

From error's law of harsh discord.
And lo, men sing,
"Thou art our Lord."

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