Poem January 13, 1968 Issue

THEN HEALING CAME

Mary Bell Rhodes

I longed for healing for my child,
(Time-burdened, mesmerized by fear,
serpent-beguiled.)

False sense of love imprisoned us
With self-forged chain.
I sought in body healing's sign,
But looked in vain.

With what a wondrous sense of peace
I turned to God in silent prayer;
Placed His dear child within His arms—
And left him there.

The perfect heir of perfect Love
must sonship claim.
With joy and gratitude I prayed—
Then healing came.

Mary Bell Rhodes

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