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 rewards
Your healing thought, your gracious word.

Phebe West

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