Poem September 18, 1954 Issue

ARISE—BE NOT AFRAID

Matthew 17:7

Carol James

We do not see what lies ahead
For us or for our loving friends
When darkness seems to settle down
And sense would tell us all life ends.

In God's pure light no dark, no gloom,
Encircles His beloved son.
God loves with an immortal love;
His will is done.

Carol James

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