Poem October 18, 1947 Issue

KNOWING GOD ARIGHT

May Edwards

There was a time each day was streaked with night;
Fruitless toil and shattered hopes my plight.
No coward I, but it was hard to see
Each traveled path end at Gethsemane.

The reason was I knew not God aright.

But having learned that God is Life and Love,
And glimpsed the truth which Jesus came to prove,
I walk inspired with footsteps strong and free
The guiding path which leads to Bethany.

This be my prayer, to worship God aright.

May Edwards

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