"Marked For His Own" by Pauline Prosser-Thompson
How lovely are the faces of
The women who talk with God--
Lit with an inner soreness of
The path their feet have trod;
How gentle is the manner of
A woman who walks with Him!
No strength can overcome her, and
No cloud her courage dim.
Keen are the hands and feet--ah yes--
Of those who wait His will,
And clear as crystal mirrors, are
The hearts His love can fill.
Some lives are dreary from doubt and fear
While others merely plod;
But lovely faces mark the women
Who walk and talk with God.
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