“The Conqueror,” Jan. 1941

[Sister Alvear]

IN ALL THESE THINGS
Romans 8:37



God’s promise is not freedom

From trials in the race;

But power to transcend them

Through His sufficing grace.



Not rest instead of labour,

But in the labour rest;

Not calm instead of tempest,

But calm when sore distressed.



Not light instead of darkness,

Not joy instead of grief;

But brightness in the midnight,

And in the woe relief.



Not gain instead of losses,

Not ease instead of pain;

But balm upon the anguish

And losses bringing gain.



Not strength instead of weakness,

Not smile instead of tears;

Not peace instead of conflict,

Not song instead of fears.



But weakness filled with power,

And tears with radiance spread;

And peace amid the battle

And song e’er fears are fled.



NORMAN F. DOUTY

“The Conqueror,” Jan. 1941

[Sister Alvear]

I think that is such a stirring poem...I want to be a conqueror.

[DividedThigh]

we all do sis, dt

[Ron]

This is beautiful!