Poem October 3, 1953 Issue

SERENITY

Helen Lucy Veatch Sutherland

Time is no more
As this day wraps around me
The sweet serenity and utter joy
That follows work well done,
The quiet consciousness of heart content,
The memory of past precious hours spent
In earnest seeking what His will decreed,
In glorifying Him in word, in thought, in deed.
This peace of mind, the fruit!
Oh, rich reward it is
To know that I have found my home—and I am His!

Helen Lucy Veatch Sutherland

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