Poem September 4, 1948 Issue

THE BEACON LIGHT OF PRAYER

Oma Olna Martin

When in the maze of mortal thoughts
I sometimes lose my way,
And fears and doubts beleaguer me,
I lift my heart and pray;
And in the beacon light of prayer
Mind's path that must be trod
Shines clear once more, and taking it,
I find again my God.

Oma Olna Martin

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