Poem August 25, 1945 ISSUE

A Cup of Cold Water

MADGE ELDER

There is a well of waters, still and deep,Unfathomed depths of healing tenderness;But we have let rank overgrowths now creepAnd hide the path to waters that should bless.

Then let us clear these tangled growths away,Make straight the path before the blind and lame,And pray of Love discerning grace to giveA cup of healing water in Christ's name.

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Christian Science Committee on Publication for Sussex, England, Reports
August 25, 1945
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