Poem December 6, 1947 Issue

AT A LECTURE

Gladys W. Flint

Gazing intently, the people listened
While a man talked to them about God
And His law of healing and love.

He let his lighted thought
Shine through words of hope
As the keeper of the light
Thinks not what kind of men
Are out on the turbulent sea,
But, knowing their need and his own,
Faithfully tends his lamp.

Then, among the throng, one prayed:
"Love divine, like seamen in the night
Weary and strained by the storm
Now I behold, not the lamp,
But Thy light guiding me home
And I gratefully sing in my heart.

"Oh help me to be a keeper of light for Thee!
'Create in me a clean heart, O God.'
Let me not leave even a thumbmark of self
To blur the lens of my thought.
And help me to be faithful."

Gladys W. Flint

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