Elma M. Rasor Poems

Shall we each stroll along with God?
As we view a river's flow to the sea,
For this land is our land and our might
It should tend to become our destiny!
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To understand is Hope-to have doubt is not Faith,
To really believe is a great achievement,
But to plunge into an abyss is despair,
To know the depth of pain is acknowledgement!
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Oh! may I roam God's wooded path?
And climb HIS mountians high
The way I did back in my youth,
E'er 'tis my time to die!
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