Poem November 28, 1959 Issue

TO BECOME AS A LITTLE CHILD

Pierrepont E. Twitchell

Why was it that the healing was delayed?
I sought to find what I was doing wrong.
More childlike still my attitude became.
I learned I did not have to be afraid,
Because I dwell where all of us belong—
Within the Father's love, where nothing harms.
I felt my one desire and only aim:
To dwell within His everlasting arms.
The mist dispersed, and soon the healing came.

Pierrepont E. Twitchell

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