The Mother

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 15, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 35.

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The Mother

You struggled blindly for my soul, And wept for me such bitter tears, That through your faith my faith grew whole And fearless of the coming years.
For in the path of doubt and dread You would not let me walk alone, But prayed the prayers I left unsaid, And sought the God I did disown.
You gave to me no word of blame, But wrapped me in your love's belief, Dear love, that burned my sin like flame, And left me worthy of your grief.
— Hester I. Radford.