Love's Way

When in the paths of mortal senseI sometimes go astray,My Father gently leads me backAgain 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 senseMy brother man would roam,Dear God, may I, reflecting Thee,Help him to find his home.To judge, condemn, would but impedeMy brother's steps. I findThat loving thought and gentle word,Love's way, will bless mankind.

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