God leads me home

“Why not split from this sad scene?”
I asked myself one day.
“Rebel against their dull advice
And rules to be obeyed.”

So in the dark of night and cold,
I joined with friends, like me,
Who couldn't stand restrictedness
And wanted to be free!

That longed-for freedom I had sought
Became a nightmare, fast—
A wilderness of loneliness
From which I woke at last.

Humility and hope were born—
I yearned for those who care.
But going back looked rough and steep,
And would they want me there?

I turned and prayed and took God's hand,
The way now clear and bright;
He showed me man’s eternal home
Is joy and peace and light.

With self-will gone I placed my trust
In ever-present good.
I found the waiting welcome of
God’s father-motherhood.

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Testimony of Healing
Tuberculosis in its last stages healed
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