THE KINGDOM

THERE is a place for everything;
No lack or superfluity
Can mar Love's pattern. Love will bring
All to the fold, so tenderly.

The overwhelming floods of tears,
The arid land devoid of dew,
Shall vanish. Love restores the years,
For Love createth all things new.

Nothing is lost. And every day
Brings added riches to Love's sum;
Love goes before us all the way
Into the kingdom that is come.

Marjorie I. Palmer

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