THE MEEK

Blessed are the meek. They surely moveIn quiet service and observant love;Unhurried, watch the Father's plan unfold.Tender in comfort, in the battle bold,Quick in obedience, and to anger slow,With vision and with confidence they go.

Blessed are the meek. They do not needThe flattery of men whereon to feed.Their hopes are Godward. Being His reflectionIs their reward and hope and sure protection.Pride can be hurt, but those who have no prideIn safety and sweet dignity abide.

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