Poem August 2, 1952 Issue

THE CHOSEN

M. Elizabeth Kirwin

To be the choice of God,
How great the honor here
And manifold the peace
His chosen one may hear.
But what contents the heart,
What worth of purpose, where
The chosen doth not choose
To hold God's service dear?
God's all is for His child,
Whose whole task is to strive
To be one—now—with Him.
Choose God; and, with God, live!

M. Elizabeth Kirwin

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