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Poem September 2, 1991 Issue

One will

Elna W. Hull

Father, let Thy will
and Thine alone be mine.
Should an alien voice
entice to smoother going,
Father, let me recognize
the liar's subtle sowing
and make the better choice.
Teach me the serpent-voice to still,
my listening to refine,
that I may know Love's counseling
and have no will but Thine.

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