Poem June 21, 1952 Issue

REMEMBER NOW THY CREATOR

Ruth King

Though we remember God when stars are dark,
When winds blow coldly on our stony ways,
And we go forward, strong to demonstrate,
What of His love in green and primrose days?

Shall we not thank Him for the slow, sweet hours
Of cloudless peace, of quiet unpursued?
If we are faithful then, and listen well,
His voice speaks clearly through our gratitude.

Ruth King

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