Poem December 28, 1987 ISSUE

WAKE!

Duane Valentry

I prayed for peace, for I had none;I prayed for joy, which had fled.But just as the prayer went out of my heart"you are Mine! You are loved!" a voice said.

And my peace returned as the sunshine,And my joy as a flowing stream—And with faith secure in God's dear love,I awoke from my doubt—a dream.

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