LIFTED ON WINGS

[To a Field Worker]

Troubled, my heart looked low, and stayed,Wondering why healing was delayed.One came who knew the truth so wellHe raised my eyes from contemplating hellTo see God loves me. Then I understoodThat loving is the consciousness of good.On healing wings of Love my heart, now risen,Remains, borne high, at home in heaven.

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