Poem April 19, 1947 Issue

Oneness

MARGRET BOWER FRELIGH

If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the depths of the sea,
Even there shall God's hand hold me,
And His love shall follow me.

Though I wander desolate, weary.
Where prodigal feet have trod.
Though the gates of hell enclose me,
I cannot depart from God.

As the ray of light may waver,
Yet ever be part of the sun,
I know as my face turns homeward
My Father and I are one.

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