Poem December 9, 1950 Issue

PRODIGAL

Zula Hall

Why do I sit beside the dusty road
Waiting for strength to lift again
This weary load of care?
The weight of it is often more
Than I can bear.
To whom do I take it—and where?
O sorrowing heart,
No more shalt burdened be
In futile roaming.
Divine Love bids me come
Unhampered, joyous, free,
With footsteps homing.

Zula Hall

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