Poem October 16, 1948 Issue

TURN TO GOD

Viola M. Chartraw

When hosts of error cloud my way
And hide God's blessing through the day,
I turn to Him in earnest prayer,
Rejoicing for His loving care.
Then Truth's redeeming light shines clear,
Dispelling sickness, doubt, or fear.
His angels bring me swift release:
I feel the calm of holy peace.

Viola M. Chartraw

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