Poem January 20, 1951 Issue

NEVER ALONE

Marion Alice Bowers

I do not watch alone
When error presses hard.
The arm of Love is round me thrown,
And Gabriel is my guard.

I do not fight alone.
Armed with a spiritual strength,
The sword of Michael is my own,
And Truth must win at length.

I do not work alone.
Legions of thoughts divine
To my relief have flown.
Father, the work is Thine.

Marion Alice Bowers

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