Poem August 29, 1953 Issue

OUR LEADER

Maude De Verse Newton

Beneath a small sky window
That lit her attic room
She wrote with thought untroubled,
Nor mindful of the gloom.

Her wise pen lined the pages
With words of living light
To pierce the mental darkness
Of evil's ancient night.

Forgetting self, she listened
Throughout each waking hour
To catch Love's holy message
Of healing Truth and power.

She founded for the ages
Her Church, too great for creed;
Yet here the humblest garners
Abundance for his need.

Glad hearts from burdens lifted
Rejoice in song and prayer
Whose tidings of redemption
Their sacred promise bear.

Maude De Verse Newton

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