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will be L.110, secretary oi urpneon tion- T-> o LWAVVClU.! ^ of Proctor and Gamble’s Crisco Award to the “0 mwm Manhattan Penn Station (Cent, from p. 11) I felt sure that 1 could make it back to the station. All of a sudden it rained so hard that I was sure someone had emptied a bucket of water from an over head window. I ducked into a doorway but not quite soon enough, for the catsup had already run down the front of my suit in an unbelievably strange pattern. The rain let up, and I made a dash for the station, arriving just in time to hear the last call for my train. 1 hurried down the steps, retrieved my baggage, which was now highly scented, and searched for the gate which the announcer had just mentioned. I found it, ran down the stairs, and caught the conductor who was just fastening the steps. I jumped aboard and somehow got coal dust all over my right side. I had to walk through several cars before I found a vacant seat. I fell back in complete exhaustion, knowing that everyone was again staring at me, but now I just did not care. 9\U Qa Times Square at night Lights blazing and winking Stanchions of George Washington Bridge Pointing skyward. Gentral Park, budding in spring Blooming in summer, withering in in fall. Resting in winter—even as A powdering of snow creates A paradise on the wooded slopes. 'I'he Empire State, straight as A soldier at attention. Cabs shunting up and down I'he wide strips of asphalt Fog horns tooting hoarsely. Manhattan at night, View'ed from a plane. Flashing beauty, winking in the dark. A diamond tiara glistening on Length of black velvet. KAY SHADOAN I said, “Lord, a missionary I will be If only You do not ask of me That Africa or China be my field. Otherwise to You I vield.’’ HILLTOP—PAGE SIXTEEN 1 r Fftr '1 1 God did not sav a single word But in the evening stillness I heard The wind breathe a sigh. It seemed to say “If I’m to have your life, it must be Yly way. I wanted to go to Brazil and when Anyone would chance to ask me then, I would reply, “I am going to Brazil.” I had decided, consulting my own will. And then inside I would feel A sense of guilt at ignoring His will. For I knew plain as anything could be That Brazil might not be the place for me. I searched and searched but could not find A deep peace within my soul, my mind. Until one day I finally said, “Take me! Use my life as You w'ill.” Thus it had to be. Xow when I pray. I’m careful to say, “Lord, a missionary I will be And I ask that You use me In Africa, China, India, or Brazil; But most, dear Lord, I ask That whatever may be my task, I may follow Thv will.” LAUBJ Wka6jB sX Oh, World, whose splendor magnifies each day, I know you not and understand you less. But I have sought for long to fix your stay ^Vith hands that hold you fast, and I confess That I have not advanced enough to fit Into that realm that you so long have led. I ake me down to that deep and lowly pit Where I ma\’ see thy wisdom’s hidden bed. Books tell much and learning is not new; But you, old Earth, know that this or that is trur’?j I long to touch your never-ending bow. Move on, oh. World, and do not let my hand Destroy thy beauty loved in every land. LARRY ly evening, Api
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