Poem April 14, 1951 ISSUE

OBEDIENCE

Winifred Brown King

"Stretch forth thy hand." and, "Stand forth in the midst."Thus spake the Master to the one who satIn fear and trembling, afraid to face the throng.Yet at the voice of Truth the man stood forth;His withered hand relaxed its fearful graspOn false beliefs and timeworn superstitionAnd "was restored whole, like as the other."

Rise up! Stretch forth the hand, symbol of art,Symbol of dexterity, service, skill,Accomplishment; obey the Father's will.Though mortal sense may utter its fearful cry,"I am not skilled; I lack ability,"Stand forth and face the throng of ugly liesWith Truth omnipotent.

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