Poem July 16, 1955 Issue

LOVE'S DECREE

Mildred Booth Lord

Dear Father,
I delight to know Thy child—all glorious within Thy sight,
of substance one with Thee, reflecting light
in Christly stature—Truth's transparency.
Only what false sense beholds or flesh infers can fall
or die. Thou, Love, that evermore decrees Thy holy one
the very apple of Thine eye.

Mildred Booth Lord

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