Poem November 15, 1947 ISSUE

AWAKENING

Margret B. Freligh

The eyes of Hagar, filled with tears,Could not perceive God's care,Though it was instant for her need,And always had been there.

The sun dispels the mists that shroudThe mountaintop from view:So pure, uplifted thought beholdsGod's goodness shining through.

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