Poem September 27, 1952 Issue

IT IS MY HEART THAT SINGS

Esther A. Callihan

Although I know no music,
No accent weak or strong,
The rhythm of the heart
Flows out into a song

Of God's encircling love.
It lifts and swells as though
A thousand tongues were singing
This melody I know.

For Truth has spoken out—
Such purity it brings
I do not need the music;
It is my heart that sings.

Esther A. Callihan

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