Remembering
I never knelt
Without His presence
Being felt,
I came to cherish
Homely chores,
Like pulling weeds
And scrubbing floors,
And kneeling by
A young one's bed
When the evening
Prayers were said.
So little time
To read His Word,
I listened, loving
What I heard.
Now, when I need
To know God's care,
I find His presence
Everywhere,
Remembering
I never knelt
Without His presence
Being felt.
Poems
His presence
From the November 1997 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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