“Run in such a way as to get the prize” (1 Cor. 9:24)

In the bitter waves of woe, Beaten and tossed about

By the sullen winds that blow, From the desolate shores of doubt

Where the anchors that Faith has cast, Are dragging in the gale

I am quietly holding fast, To the things that cannot fail.

And Fierce though the fiends may fight, And long though the angels hide

I know that truth and right, Have the universe on their side;

And that somewhere beyond the stars, Is a love that is better than fate

When the night unlocks her bars, I will see Him—-and I will wait.—– Washington Gladden

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