R5180-46 Poem: Sword Lies Hid

::R5180 : page 46::

Time was when I did think that with
Abundant strength my rest from wily foe
And subtle enemy would be assured; but
I am undeceived. The light of Truth has
Shone into my mind, and shown that He
In whom doth lie my “perfect strength” shall
“Teach my hands to war, my fingers how
To fight”; and so I learn that powers
Of ill are round about me as the air,
Needing a constant watch; and I have constant
Need that both my hands be free, and that
My fingers, where the power to grasp the
Sword lies hid, be taught of Him to wage
The conflict whensoe’r the hour may be.
C. BECKETT

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— February 1, 1913 —