[Written for the Sentinel.]

TEACH ME, O GOD

Teach me, O God, not with my lips to pray—The voice of prayer so many a time is drownedIn murky waves of oft-repeated soundThat choke the Spirit's call. Day after dayStrengthen the prayer that Thou wouldst have me say,And let me know. that in my heart aboundThe unvoiced longings for Thy love profound;And to those longings, in Thy blessed way,Thou wilt give answer. So shall I, Thy child,Raise glad and trusting eyes above the denseEnshrouding cloud of this mortality,And over all the noise of discords wildThat reach the earthly ear, with love intenseAnd pure desire I'll raise my voice to Thee.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE
December 1, 1906
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit