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struggle was before us. Should we fail here, all the difficulties of our
journey had been experienced for naught.
Before us, on the other side of the chasm, was a beautiful field of
green grass, about six inches high. I could not see the sun, but bright,
soft beams of light, resembling fine gold and silver, were resting upon
this field. Nothing I had seen upon earth could compare in beauty and
glory with this field. But could we succeed in reaching it? was the
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anxious inquiry. Should the cord break, we must perish.
Again, in whispered anguish, the words were breathed, “What
holds the cord?” For a moment we hesitated to venture. Then we
exclaimed: “Our only hope is to trust wholly to the cord. It has been
our dependence all the difficult way. It will not fail us now.” Still we
were hesitating and distressed. The words were then spoken: “God
holds the cord. We need not fear.” These words were repeated by those
behind us, accompanied with: “He will not fail us now. He has brought
us thus far in safety.”
My husband then swung himself over the fearful abyss into the
beautiful field beyond. I immediately followed. And oh, what a
sense of relief and gratitude to God we felt! I heard voices raised in
triumphant praise to God. I was happy, perfectly happy.
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