Poem August 18, 1945 Issue

The Gates of Righteousness

LILY GRAY

Open to me are the gates,
The gates of righteousness.
And into them I will go;

I will enter and praise the Lord,
The Lord gracious and kind,
Who heals my heart of sin,
Of dullness and fear of death.

There will I find my friends,
Ideas pure and good—
Pure and good and loving—
Joyfully singing His praise,
Praise to the all-loving Mind,
Who tenderly blesses His own,
His own obedient sons.

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