Poem July 27, 1946 Issue

Rejoice

BARBARA R. BANKS

They said, "Rejoice,"
although my heart was sad,
weary with care, bowed down with pain;
they said, "Be glad."

Then as I strove
to make a joyful sound,
to leave the false and claim the true,
in awe I found
the place whereon I stood
was holy ground.

For as I sang
a psalm of grateful praise
for Love's perfection shown to me
in Truth's clear rays,
the healing Christ was there—
before my gaze.

And I was free;
the clouds of mortal mind
faded from view as fear and pain
were left behind;
nothing but good could be—
in Love so kind;

While my small song,
begun with trembling voice,
triumphant soared: "Love's glorified,
be glad, rejoice!"

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