Poem April 1, 1950 Issue

NEVER TOO LATE

Esther Church

Mortal mind may whisper: "It's too late!
Too old the sin, the sickness, or the pain;
Too deeply etched the scars of greed, or hate!
Too long has sorrow in the memory lain."
These are the lying words of Lucifer!
Love gauges by eternity, not time;
By good accomplished. Years cannot defer
Man's hope, nor halt his ever upward climb.

Awake from dreams of yesterday, nor borrow
Uncertainty and fear from future years.
God's day is neither yesterday nor morrow,
But now, when the Christ in consciousness appears.
Love waits to bless you, and knows not delay.
Accept your healing, child of God, today.

Esther Church

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