Poem July 13, 1998 Issue

Dear God

Eileen B. DuBane

I am listening, God—
that I may hear
whatever You are telling me.

I am searching, God—
that I may see
whatever You are showing me.

I am trusting, God—
that I may feel
Your loving arms enfolding me.

I am learning, God—
my words to be
the angel thoughts that come from Thee.

I am yielding, God—
that willingly
my footsteps may lead up to Thee.

I am knowing, God—
so gratefully,
I am Your child, beloved of Thee.

Eileen B. DuBane

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