Poem June 19, 1948 Issue

AWAKENING

Grace O. Holton

I cried : "Dear God, why dost Thou pass me by?
Why do I all around me see
Thy wondrous healing works, while I
Am left beside the road—unloved, alone?"
And then my eyes were opened:
I beheld Thy sure benignity and knew
That ever doth Thy tender love
Rain equally on all.
And lo! I only need
To recognize my perfect oneness with my God
To reap the blessing of Thy sure reward.

Grace O. Holton

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