When some friend has proved untrue—betrayed your simple trust; used you for his selfish end, and trampled in the dust the Past, with all its memories, and all its sacred ties, the light is blotted from the sky—for something in you dies.

Bless your false and faithless friend, just smile and pass along—God must be the judge of it: He knows the right and wrong . . . Life is short—don’t waste the hours by brooding on the past; His great laws are good and just; Truth conquers at the last.

Red and deep our wounds may be—but after all the pain—God’s own finger touches us, and we are healed again . . . With faith restored, and trust renewed—we look toward the stars—the world will see the smiles we have—but God will see the scars.

“SCARS” BY PATIENCE STRONG

Love grows stronger when assailed; Love conquers where all else has failed. Love ever blesses those who curse; Love gives the better for the worse. Love unbinds others by its bonds; Love pours forgiveness from its wounds.

Lord, let me love like Thee!