Poem July 10, 1948 Issue

GOD'S HOUSE

Grace Nixon Stecher

A timeless symbol, Bethel was the haunt
Of angels, where God's ladder was let down
Perpetually—the church of first renown
Whose angel choir intoned its sacred chaunt
Ascending and descending. Here no want
Was felt for which God's love could not atone.
Here Jacob, pillowed on the dreary stone,
Gained vision which the future could not daunt.

God's house is where His angels speak with man,
In desert wastes or hills or sea or sky
Or even Patmos, that most barren spot;
And when in some dark hour we glimpse His plan,
In awe we echo Jacob's ancient cry,
"The Lord is in this place, and I knew it not!"

Grace Nixon Stecher

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