Poem March 22, 1969 Issue

GOD IS

Doris Harriet Sanborn

When error tries to overtake
My way of true direction,
The truth, God is,
And I am His,
Is my swift and sure protection.

My thoughts soar upward as I go
About my daily task.
With Mind to guide me,
Gently chide me,
Needs are met before I ask.

Then I walk on, all burdens gone,
The way ahead now clear,
For joy abounds,
Where Love surrounds.
God is! How can I fear?

Doris Harriet Sanborn

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