Poem December 13, 1947 Issue

CHRISTLIKE VISION

Mary Welman Miller

I was spending my days in confusion,
In hurry, in worry, in fright,
A slave with my tasks never ending,
A slave with no respite in sight,

When suddenly, like a Paul vision,
I saw the true meaning of Life.
I saw they were mortal mind dreaming—
The hurry, the worry, the strife.

When Christ took his place in my thinking,
The tasks ceased to harass me, for
A great joy had come in the doing,
A strength never dreamed of before.

And I am no longer in prison.
I know now that mortal sense lied.
This wonderful, Christlike vision
Has opened the prison doors wide.

Mary Welman Miller

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