MY CHOICE

LUCY HAYS EASTMAN.

My God, no human touch I crave,
But oh, may I Thy presence feel,
Closer than clasped hands,
In selfless love that stretches wing
O're fear-bound hearts, and works to heal!

And I no spoken word would ask,
But pray to hear the inner voice,
So small, so still, so strong,
That speaks the things of God, and woos
My heart and will from earthly choice.

Father, no outward sign I seek,
But may each thought be borne to me
Direct from Truth itself,
And, planted deep within my heart,
Bear fruits of love and charity.

And one thing more: O Mother Love,
For all Thy blessings sent so free,
This debt may I repay
By yielding up false mortal self,
In joyously exalting Thee.

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