BIRTHRIGHT

Carobeth Laird

Come , thou blessed of the Father,
All alone thou dost not stand.
Greet in love thy erring brother,
Kindly clasp his trembling hand.

Man is not a frantic dweller
In a universe of fear,
In the kingdom of our Father
Each to every one is dear.

Now behold thy brother holy,
Pure, immortal, unafraid!
And thyself companioned solely
By the good that God hath made!

In this realm of Love, our Father,
Sons and daughters freely share
Wholeness, joy, and peace forever—
Fruits of pure, unselfish prayer.

Carobeth Laird

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