Poem May 21, 1955 Issue

PERFECTION

Myrtle A. Cash

Purify me, Father-Mother!
Purge the dross, refine the gold,
Fold me in Thy ever-presence,
Cast me in Thy holy mold.

Sanctify me, Father-Mother!
Pledge me to Thy service kind,
Bind me close with cords of Spirit,
One with Thee, the only Mind.

Glorify me, Father-Mother!
Clothe me in Truth's stainless white,
Let me shine in Thy perfection,
Lift me to salvation's height.

Myrtle A. Cash

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