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Show FKIE2TDLESS. It was only a sunshiny greeting, A smile and some swift-spoken words. But the world has grown bright by that meeting, . The air thrilled with glad songs of birds. The mission God set me to pertect Still waited for me to complete; Th road was still rough to my torn feet, But the way had grown suddenly sweet. And I thought of the prohpet Elijah, Asleep 'neath the juniper tree, Of the angel who succored him, saying. "The journey is too grreat for thee. And I thought of the sweet Bible story The journey so great must be made; Not less grew the trials before him. But greater his strength by that aid. And so I. today, think quite often Our feet for life's journey are shod. And we go in the strength of some kindness kind-ness "To Horeb. the mountain of God." Oh,, great is our frailty and weakness, ' And often God answers our need By sending to us human helpers Who are "angels of God" indeed. Anil bread of sweet human- compassion, The water of love and of cheer. Are pressed to our lips by the angels. That in human form often appear, And through trails and heart-hunger fainting. With patience life's journey is trod, By their help to the hills' everlasting The beautiful "mountain of God." |