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 shroud
The mountaintop from view:
So pure, uplifted thought beholds
God's goodness shining through.

And with ascending thought the dreams
Of sin, disease, and pain,
As worn-out garments, fall away,
And man is free again.

O Hagar, lift your tear-dimmed eyes;
See God's abundant store,
The well of water that is Life.
Come, drink, and thirst no more!

Margret B. Freligh

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