THE UNSPOKEN PRAYER

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS.

There is a prayer of thanks no child of earth
Can voice in words. I seek in vain to find
Some sentence deep enough to give it birth,
But language finds me lagging far behind.
That man is God's own child—how vast this truth!
That we His household evermore will share—
No age, no time, yea, one eternal youth.
Should not our lives be one unceasing prayer?

And yet my hour of praise still lacks some word
Of thanks for God's great gift. And so I wait;
And when my days with petty ills seem blurred,
And error would my blessings underrate,
I woo this wordless silence, trusting all
To Him who doth reward me openly.
Must not the eye that notes the sparrow's fall
Discern the depths of my unspoken plea?

There is a zone of silence, tense with thought,
Beyond the realm of speech. It must be true—
Our Master felt its nearness when he taught
Love's glorious gospel to his chosen few.
Then should I strive to lisp a tongue unknown?
Or should I not forego my wordless plea,
And dwell content within this sacred zone,
A child of God for all eternity?

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