(Proverbs 25:11)

I seek the word with healing fraught,
To lift the heart and light the eye;
Still it eludes my troubled thought.
"I am not eloquent," I cry.

But as of old to prophet slow
Of speech the firm assurance came,
"I will be with thy mouth," I know
That divine promise I may claim.

And as I turn to Him I find
The Word revealed in setting rare—
The silver pictures of that Mind.
I pluck the golden apples there.

Alice E. Tonking

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