Poem February 4, 1967 Issue

FIRST TESTIMONY

Rita Hymes

How could trite words begin to tell
of the gratitude filling my heart?
Which blessing should be the first expressed,
where could I possibly start?

How could I tell this expectant group
of a character gently refined
by Love, that most patient of sculptors
molding each thought to Mind?

How could I tell of the illnesses
overcome through deep yearning prayer
to our Father, whose tender healing love
is manifest everywhere?

How could I tell of the countless hours
spent fighting depression and woe,
till armed with spiritual Truth and Love
I found that there was no foe?

What I would say, would it help someone
no matter the words which I chose?
"Yes, it will, my child," said a still small voice;
so I thanked our dear God—and rose!

Rita Hymes

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