doubt
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(An Elementary School teacher’s poem…) He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done; “Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher, I’ve spoiled this one?” I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted, Gave him a new one, all unspotted; And into his tired heart I cried, “Do better
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Sometimes God is hard to see. “Where is God in my darkness?” people cry, and understandably so. Yet even the night cannot contain Him… “As the rain hides the stars, as the autumn mist hides the hills, happenings of my lot hide the shining of Thy face from me. Yet, if I may hold Thy hand in the darkness, it is enough; since I
Jay McCarl 