Poem September 24, 1960 Issue

ANSWER

Fenella V. Farrar

You search the vague and distant hills
With weary hope in anxious quest:
"Horizons all are far away.
Which road is best?"

Why do you seek the Promised Land
In regions hidden from your view?
Nearer than the air you breathe,
God is to you.

With prayerful courage turn to Him;
He hears, for He is everywhere.
Open your eyes! Before you lies
Your answered prayer.

Fenella V. Farrar

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