Poem July 21, 1951 Issue

TRUE FORGIVENESS

Adilene Ratigan

I strove awhile to free my thought
From deep resentment's bitter stain.
So real had seemed the injury
My work had almost been in vain.

And then I heard the voice of Love
A tender, healing message give.
At last I learned to pray aright,
"Father, there's nothing to forgive!"

Adilene Ratigan

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Editorial
WHY IS DISEASE UNREAL?
July 21, 1951
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit