Poem December 3, 1955 Issue

"ALL THAT I HAVE IS THINE"

Luke 15:31

Mildred Booth Lord

Where once the gifts of earth seemed very clear,
And often labored for with meager fruit.
I now behold all good within God's hands—
And mine because the promise reads,
"All that I have is thine."
From reservoirs of Soul the blessings pour:
Gifts that we cannot lose, nor waste, nor store;
Ideas of Mind that image forth God's will
To bless, and every open heart
And hand shares Love's largess.

Mildred Booth Lord

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