Poem November 5, 1949 Issue

COMFORT

Rose Ethel Walt

Because I learn to lean on Thee,
Thy goodness calms and strengthens me,
And sin, disease, and darkness flee.
My comfort is divine.
Because my yearning heart withstood
The opposite of Life and good,
I learn to taste sweet spiritual food.
My comfort is divine.
Because Thy love upholdeth me
My life is praise continually.
Truth proven is security,
Dear Comforter divine.

Rose Ethel Walt

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