"Something has got to happen," the woman declared
One noon in early spring, when sun lay warm
On street and passer-by. All nature shared
Its gentleness. But she was spent with storm
Of frustration and despair. I thought:
Why can't she know that she is armed with light?
God never authorized defeat, or aught
That could attack, or rob her of His might.
I felt the wonder of such thoughts, their strength,
God-sent. Yet, "prove all things." How certainly
Paul knew we must. And so I came at length
To learn that his command included me.
Praise God that every thought of truth we give
Comes finally back to us to prove and live.
