Poem March 15, 1952 Issue

SUNDAY SCHOOL

Peggy Young Clark

It is not by chance that we are here.
You in your place and I in mine.
Not by whim, or force, or human will;
We are fulfilling God's design.

Though each may bring a different want.
All may unite in prayer and song.
As we learn of Love that meets our need
Nothing remains of what seemed wrong.

When we gather up the fragments left,
Weighing each valued truth we find.
We shall go in gladness, satisfied.
Answered of wisdom, taught of Mind.

Peggy Young Clark

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