Poem July 19, 1952 Issue

PRAYER IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD

Doris Maude Ferne

Dear Father, heal the sad, the sick, the blind,
With the unfolding treasures of Thy Mind.
Enrich us with the beauty of Thy grace,
Teach us to know Love is our dwelling place.

Oh, may Thy presence cleanse us of all sin
And open hearts to hear the voice within,
Thy holy Word, the truth that maketh free:
"Thou art My son, I have begotten thee."

Doris Maude Ferne

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