In Sacred Grove

©2007 Susan Noyes Anderson

In sacred grove, a young man knelt to pray,
a testament to his believing heart.
When darkness threatened, Joseph did his part
and trusted that his God would light the way.
A prophet and a seer rose up that day.
Truth was restored through one who heard the call
and, sparing nothing, willingly gave all…
a price that we, too, have the right to pay.
For we are Saints, reserved for such a time.
The Lord needs valiant children, who will stand.
Our values call for action; as we climb,
progression comes––a gift from God’s own hand.
We seek that sacred gift, but not alone…
We kneel. We pray. The grove becomes our own.

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