There is a secret, sacred place,A sanctuary of Spirit;The truth of man forever with the FatherIn pure reflection. This the Master knew.In constant and in instant recognitionOf this virtue, this integrity of being,He walked the common ways.In clamorous mart, through pressing crowd,He walked—alone with God;And, as he passed, the sad reached out for comfort,The sick for health, the sinner for redemption;And all were healed.

Beyond the push and pull of pressing problems,This secret, sacred place is here and nowFor all who seek the Father.Withdrawn from world confusion.Baptized, regenerated, robed of Spirit,We too may walk the common ways.Then shall the sad and suffering draw virtueFrom that which we have seenOf man, loved son of God:Shall touch the seamless robe of Christ's compassionAnd shall be healed.

Testimony of Healing
After years of untold blessings...
January 24, 1953

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