Poem April 28, 1951 Issue

FLING YE YOUR SONG!

Sybil K. Wheal

We cried to the Father:
Behold us, O Father, sense-blinded,
Yet searching for peace.

In humble obedience
We kneeled to the Father,
In stillness awaited the influx of light.
In radiant splendor it poured from high heaven.
Uplifting, all-healing, consoling, and bright.
The Word came: March forward.
Hearts high and devoted.
Over mountains of joyousness fling ye your song!
The glow of divine Love, resplendent before you.
Is My love and thy love, steadfast and strong.

We cried to the Father:
Behold us, O Father, rejoicing,
Now seeing the path to release!

Sybil K. Wheal

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