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Poem November 28, 1959 Issue

PATIENT COMFORTER

Joan Elizabeth Shepard

O Love, Thou art our comforter;
Yet, overwhelmed by grief and doubt,
We hug those tattered errors close
And thus would shut Thee out.

Still Thine assurance patiently
Dissolves all sorrow, pain, and fear;
And then we see man whole and free
And know Thee ever near.

Joan Elizabeth Shepard

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