The Light That Leads Me On
        I wish I had the power to know
        What God desires me to be.
        Why I must struggle here below
        And strive, and grope, but cannot see
        The end, or even far ahead
        And why my plans all fall apart,
        Misfortune, grief and worries come
        And trials nearly break my heart
        And hope seems crushed and dead.

        In faith I turn my heart to Him
        And ask my Lord why this must be
        And humbly at His feet I cry
        "Can this be my Gethsemane?"
        For light I humbly pray
        And say, "Dear Lord, make Thy will mine."
        And then from out of the darkest day
        A tiny ray of light doth shine
        And leads me on my way.


Mary Emily Gould Canova
Glendale California
April 1932

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