Poem May 11, 1946 Issue

Obedience

MARGARET HORN

Not mine, but Thine—
How sweet the thought!
Vain, foolish longings cannot see
The wisest path to choose.
But radiant truth is guiding me,
And there is nought to lose.
Thy will, dear Father, is the way
To peace and joy divine.
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
Not mine, but Thine!

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