Love's ever-presence

There is a presence walks with usOn every pathless way,A light outshining midday sunHowever dark the day.

We reach our hand—and feel God near;We cry—and He replies;We open eyes that sense had dimmed,We stretch our wings and rise

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July 25, 1988
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