SANCTUARY

Upon the world's horizon broodsThe challenge of an unspent storm,And over troubled nations spreadsThe shadow of the old alarm.

But clearer comes the promise now,Though seven thunders should awake,"Behold, there is a place by me,And thou shalt stand upon a rock."

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Editorial
DRUGLESS HEALING
February 2, 1952
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit