Poem November 6, 1948 Issue

"I AM ALL"

Harold Molter

When night descends upon thy troubled heart,
And earth's long, silent shadows on thee fall,
Within the sheltering arms of Love find rest,
And hear its sweet assurance, "I am All!"

Whatever thoughts the course of time may bring,
Of pleasure, pain, of problems great or small.
Deny the lie: hold fast the Word of Truth,
Whose voice rings with assurance. "I am All!"

Oh, child of God, unfallen, perfect son!
The fear of death is nought that would appall;
Since Life, whose substance lives undimmed in thee.
Maintains the unchanging edict. "I am All!"

Harold Molter

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