My Father shows me every day
How I should walk along the way;
And when it seems a weary road
Then Love doth lift the heavy load
Of care, and pain, and sorrow,
And bids me dwell in peace today,
And fear no ill tomorrow.
Then, "Thank Thee, God" I humbly say.
And I rejoice that Love is here,
Giving me strength and hope and cheer.
Poems
LOVE IS HERE
From the January 1940 issue of The Christian Science Journal