Poem September 20, 1947 Issue

WHEN

Bianca S. Simon

When from sense to Soul, the journey
Up to Thee. Lord, seems too long,
When the tempter would assail me
And I weaken, make me strong.

When the clouds of fear would gather
And the darkness dim my sight,
Let me steadfastly remember
Thou art never-failing light.

When a brother on the journey
Falls, and I would cast a stone,
Let me pause and in Thy mercy
Know him as to Thee he's known.

When the journey's goal draws nearer,
To Thy presence may I bring
Praises for the trials which always
Led me to Thy sheltering wing.

Bianca S. Simon

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