This poem came in my snail mail.
Selfless acceptance of all that God plans,
Each day submissive to His guiding hand,
Reaching ahead to the things of real worth,
Ever forsaking the things of this earth,
Nothing disturbing the soul's deep repose,
Intent on rising above earthly woes,
Trusting the future to God's sovereign will,
Yielded, surrendered, His purpose to fill.
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