Poem October 25, 1947 Issue

ONENESS

Elsie Hill Ainsworth

When my thought measures
Thine
In righteous prayer,
Nor height, nor depth, nor
Claim of time or space,
Can separate me from
Thy loving face
And tender care.
Close as true thought, dear God.
Thou art to me,
And this reveals our perfect unity!

Elsie Hill Ainsworth

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