As in the shadows deep I lie,
Waiting the healing grace,
I joy at thought of the coming hour,
When I'll see Thee face to face.
That, dear readers is my true spirit, as I wait day by day for the healing that touches me with its soft wings as it flies on its mission of joy over earth.
Sometimes I am impatient that with all my trusting, the touches are so light and often imperceptible, especially when I look about and count the many who have come to full sight in, as it were, the twinkling of an eye; but then I remember that in patience we possess our souls, and so in patience I abide.
