Poem June 8, 1946 Issue

Tomorrow's Need

LILY GRAY

I thought that I had lost a piece of gold.
My sure supply to meet tomorrow's need.
"Dear Lord," I cried, "how can these wants be met.
Food, clothes, a place to rest. Thy Word to read?"

"Dear child," Love answered me with gentleness.
"Thy wants are met, and every human need.
Lift up thine eyes, behold. My angel thoughts
On wings of blessing now to all men speed."

I rose, rejoicing: "God is ever near.
His holy thoughts are substance, joy, and power.
This gold He freely gives to all mankind."
And true gold met my need each joy-filled hour.

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