There is a secret, sacred place,
A sanctuary of Spirit;
The truth of man forever with the Father
In pure reflection. This the Master knew.
In constant and in instant recognition
Of 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 now
For 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Withdrawn from world confusion.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 virtue
From that which we have seen
Of man, loved son of God:
Shall touch the seamless robe of Christ's compassion
And shall be healed.

Marion Alice Bowers

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

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