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 sat
In fear and trembling, afraid to face the throng.
Yet at the voice of Truth the man stood forth;
His withered hand relaxed its fearful grasp
On false beliefs and timeworn superstition
And "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 lies
With Truth omnipotent.

Stretch forth the hand withered with doubt, despair,
Distrust of God's ability, and cramped
With care.
Yea, stretch it forth; it will gain strength in serving.
If the heart be willing, skill will be found through doing.
"Stretch forth thy hand." Heed now Truth's ringing voice.
Let go of fear, and let the son of God
Rejoice!

Winifred Brown King

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