Marked for His Own
How lovely are the faces of
The men who talk with God -
Lit with an inner sureness of
The path their feet have trod;
How gentle is the manner of
A man who walks with Him!
No strength can overcome him, and
No cloud his 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 drear from doubt and fear
While others merely plod;
But lovely faces mark the men
Who walk and talk with God.
- Pauline Prosser-Thomson -
