Poem March 16, 1946 Issue

Love's Way

MABEL F. TRUELOVE

When in the paths of mortal sense
I sometimes go astray,
My Father gently leads me back
Again to Truth's straight way.
Love, tender, patient, charts the course;
Christ, Truth, is now the goal.
With vision clear I substance find,
And know the joys of Soul.

When in the paths of mortal sense
My brother man would roam,
Dear God, may I, reflecting Thee,
Help him to find his home.
To judge, condemn, would but impede
My brother's steps. I find
That loving thought and gentle word,
Love's way, will bless mankind.

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