GRATITUDE

When I remember how my trust in TheeHas led me through the wilderness of years,Healing all pain and wiping dry my tears,And clearing, through the dark, a space to seeThe heavenly light of Love delivering meFrom all that flesh inherits, all arrearsOf error entertained, till there appearsGod's man in me and all men, blessedly,

Gratitude rises in me like a tideThat swells to rich fulfillment, and I longTo spread the truth around me far and wideTo help the sad world to grow wise and strong.And yet I know that words may lose their wings;But daily deeds are swift and potent things.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Editorial
FORSAKING TIME FOR ETERNITY
June 12, 1948
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit