Poem April 13, 2015 Issue

Listen

Ruth Barfoot

Turmoil, sickness, hatred, sin

Send forth their awful, noisy din

Yet mortal lies can’t cause dismay,

They disappear in Truth’s clear day.

For error cannot still the Word;

In spite of tumult, God is heard.

So do not ponder evil things,

But lift your thoughts on angel wings.

And listen well to God’s strong voice …

It’s calling out: “Rejoice! Rejoice!”

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