Poem February 26, 1949 Issue

DESOLATE HEARTS NEED LISTEN

Amy G. Viau

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

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