Poem January 18, 1947 Issue

They Follow Me

MARIAN J. COBB

All the days of my life, the promise stands,
Goodness and mercy shall follow me;
Day by day grace I accept from Thy hands
Goodness unfolding eternally.

Life's budding springtime in mercy grew;
Blossoms of goodness in summer came;
Autumn is rich in its fruitage, too.
Shall not life's winter be blessed the same?

All the days of my life, the promise reads;
This sweet assurance all fear allays,
In whatever pathways the future leads,
Goodness and mercy shall follow always.

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