Poem January 26, 1957 ISSUE

YOUR FATHER HEARS

Phebe West

God listens to our silent prayers;No mortal din can dull His ears:Our daily needs the Lord supplies;Our grateful praise He always hears.

So, do not think your work unknown,Your modest hymns of joy unheard,For God in tender love rewardsYour healing thought, your gracious word.

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