LISTENING

Father , thank You
For this hour,
This quiet listening time.
In Love's sanctuary
I close the door
To errant thoughts and
Petty things.
Here I feel your peace and
Separate all unloveliness
From my thought of man.
I give up self and
Learn Your plan.
Rejoice, my heart, and sing;
Listening is a precious thing.

Edna Henderson Strayer

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HEALING OF LONELINESS
November 8, 1947
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