Poem September 5, 1964 Issue

IMPARTIALITY

Eleanor Pickett Hamrick

Peace had gone from my restless heart.
From Thee, dear Lord, by thoughtless word,
I felt myself a world apart;
How could a prayer of mine be heard?

Still the risen sun brought light from Thee;
Fair butterflies blew all around;
Blossoms bent to the banded bee,
Then my heart to a singing sound.

I thank Thee, Lord, for loving me,
For Thy impartiality.

Eleanor Pickett Hamrick

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