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Parting Word

A POEM

By Gwendolyn C. Carr | November 1983

“If I do not go —
the Spirit will not come.”

 

“I must go —

But will not leave you

Destitute.

To fill your anxious hearts

And stem the wildest fears

That beat upon your souls,

A penetrating rush of holiness

Will be your stay —

Precisely when I go.”

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