[Written for the Sentinel]

Turning to God

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

Listening, we stray notTo the right hand or the leftFrom the narrow pathwayBy Love's own voice revealed;We cry to GodFor power of demonstration:Heal us, O Father,And we shall be healed.

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