Turning to God

MAUDE MARY CLARKE

World-worn and weary,
Stained with the dust of travel,
The true way dimly seen,
As yet untried, unlearned,
We cry to God
Amidst our desolation:
Turn us, O Father,
And we shall be turned.

Listening, we stray not
To the right hand or the left
From the narrow pathway
By Love's own voice revealed;
We cry to God
For power of demonstration:
Heal us, O Father,
And we shall be healed.

Brighter grows the way;
To us is now unfolded
A clearer sense of Life,
A joy from trials braved;
We cry to God
For higher revelation:
Save us, O Father,
And we shall be saved.