Poem May 24, 1947 Issue

Gratitude for Help

LUCY I. STURK

Uplifted , I went forth to meet
What seemed Goliath with his shield,
My hand in God's. And thus my need,
To love my neighbor, was revealed.

Comforted in that hour of prayer,
In meekness now I calmly walked.
Sustained by Truth, a lesson learned,
With my Father I humbly talked.

Now, vision cleared, I faced the field
Whereon false mortal sense had trod.
But lo! the foe had disappeared—
There stood the child of God!

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