Poem March 27, 1948 Issue

ABLE TO SAVE

Lilian Abigail King

I would be saved. O Lord: I wish to come.
Repeat again for me the invitation,
"Come unto me, all ye the heavy laden,
And I will give you rest."
As brood to the hen,
As flower to the sun,
As river to the sea,
As child to its mother,
I come because I must.
I am Thine, being in Thee, and made by Thee.
Show me Thyself, that I may know myself,
Thy child.

Lilian Abigail King

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