Poem June 27, 1970 Issue

REVELATION

Ella Mae King

Today—the mist is gone;
There is no longer the dark morn
Of feeble fluttering.
God's man can be seen,
With heart pure—with hands clean,
Only loving.
Gratitude is deep.
There's no further need to weep!

Ella Mae King

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