Poem June 2, 1945 Issue

Mist

LOIS R. GRISWOLD

I said unto myself: "What shall I do?
I've loaded me with worry, fear, and care,
With sin and sickness, more than I can bear.
Dear Father, show me how to start anew."
Swiftly an angel thought came then to me:
"Take it to God! And leave it all with Him."
So I gathered up the loads of darkness dim,
And journeyed till I found His presence free.
Because where now I stood was filled with light,
Forgot I why I'd come to be right there
Till I recalled the sorrow, sin, despair,
And tried to bring them all into His sight.
"Where now your burdens?" came the angel's call.
I looked, and lo, they were not there at all.

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