Poem March 27, 1948 Issue

REST

Annie Kate White

Lord , Thou art here. Blackness of night
Is shot with rays of living light.
Sleep may not come, but tranquilly
In deep content I rest in Thee,
For healing Love is all around,
And in the silence so profound
Come angel whispers of Thy voice,
Father, I thank Thee and rejoice.

Annie Kate White

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