DESOLATE HEARTS NEED LISTEN

I stood where hearts so desolate must stand,
On barren ground;
And chilled by fear of darkness just ahead
I turned around.
And as I humbly prayed, the still, small voice
Came to my ear,
And though despair ceased not its throbbing din,
Yet I could hear the still, small voice until
I knew God cared.
Then I went forward on a lightened path,
No longer scared.

Amy G. Viau

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Editorial
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE: A CALL TO RIGHTEOUSNESS
February 26, 1949
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit