Poem September 1, 1951 Issue

TO REMOVE MOUNTAINS

(Isaiah 41:15, 16)

Adele V. Hildebrand

How often, when across my path
A mountain seems to be,
I find within my outstretched reach
The truth
Which makes men free.

Truth is the threshing instrument
To beat the mountain small,
And when I fan away the false
I see the true
As all.

Rejoicing, free, I stand revealed
As God's own child
Beloved.
Deep gratitude then makes complete
The perfect work of Love.

Adele V. Hildebrand

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