Soul Note
It is the seeker, not the sought,
it is the singer, not the wrought,
who travels on in wearies caught,
and stresses not with daily ill.
It is the master of the will,
that reaches up to heaven's throng.
It is the soul's undaunting till,
that finds the truth in His belong.
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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