Poems

baptism—and a dove—commitment! (wait!   and think and ponder now—commitment.

Trust in Him— or Her, if you prefer. CAROLYN E.

What is patience but extended love .

Will He thunder? Shake my muse with blazoned streaks While I cower closeted From fierce onslaught? No, this time His Word falls softly, Drizzles on the windows of my will, Distills His counsel lightly thought by thought by thought. EVELYNNE B.

The Bible was, to me, Like a door without a key, Until a "little book" Unlocked it, easily. Now its treasuries hold Precious pearls and gold— Healing truths That continually unfold.

The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein. His work is honourable and glorious: and his righteousness endureth for ever.

Kind and sensitive friend, You are in reality, safe above The passionate storm of unenlightened sense, Of magnetic enchantment, Which would draw you Like a perceptionless moth Into the flame of self-destruction. No hypnotic thrall Reaches man in Soul.

Go there quickly. Move out of illusion into Soul.

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Through the darkness—in this valley at the bottom of all hope— At the lowest moment that my heart has ever felt (it seems), There comes a gleam. Gleam of God's light—of His truth, that paints out shadows in my thought And makes a place for form and line and color to appear; For precious lengths of freeing prayer.