Poem December 27, 1947 Issue

OUR LEADER

Jean Glatthar

She had borne her burden through the heat of day
But now, the night came down without a star.
No silver lined the cloud of mortal mind,
No more could promise come of matter,
No more could joys of sense find answer in her heart.
And then, when earthly hope had fled,
Her heart awoke, awoke to her Redeemer.
She saw Him as He is,
In all the glory of unchanging Love.
She saw through all the mist of sorrow that had been, her lot
The power of God had led her on to this awakening.
She placed her hand in His
And from the night went on to shining day.
And so she gave to us the key,
The key which she has taught us will unlock
The treasures of the Truth, which is the Christ.
So let us listen to this voice and place our hand in His
And from the night go on to shining day.