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Poem July 4, 1983 Issue

After Peniel

PHYLLIS STODDARD

I wrestled all night. Now, it's done.
Redeemed, renewed, I am alone;
Bathed in effulgence of rising sun,

My soul's abrim.
And oh, it is as if I'd seen
The face of Him.

PHYLLIS STODDARD

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