A Prayer

MARGARET MORRISON

Dear Father, Thou hast given so much to me
Of healing peace, of crooked paths made plain,
Of soaring thought, of comfort and of strength,
Of plenty in the place of barrenness,
Of friendship's pure and brightly-burnished gold,
And silvern words of counsel, tender, wise;
The beauty of the earth in winter white,
And the glad, sweet blossoming days of spring;
The comradeship of bird and stream and tree;
The deep assurance of omnipotence
That guards the purity and loveliness
Of all reality in pristine joy,
Untouched by sin, impairment, or decay—
So much of good hast Thou, in love, bestowed!
Teach me to give.

Let me not hoard one single breath of good
As though it were my own, and could be lost
Or lessened in the sharing with my kind.
Uninterrupted let Thy giving flow
Through clarified reflection of Thee, Mind.
Love let me give for would-be hate and scorn,
Peace of humility for pride that wounds,
Beauty for days grown gray and void of grace,
Vision to hearts that starve on creeds of dust,
The joy of Thy forgiveness and the balm
Of healing for those bound in sin and pain.
Teach me to give each thought to serve Thy truth;
So shall Thy giving flow again to Thee,
Thy name be glorified upon the earth.
Teach me to give.

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