Poem November 18, 1985 ISSUE

The proving hours

MARTHA H. REISNER

Make me know, dear God of all,That hours after darkness fallsAre every bit as close to TheeAs those when sunlight shines on me.

Make me know that You, Love, keepA constant, waking vigil—deepEnthroned 'round hearts that clingTo Your hand, unfailingly.

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