Poem June 30, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Three Times Daily

OLIVE C. BROWN

Father, when each new sunrise
Floods earth with golden light;
Help me to lift my thought to Thee
With purpose true and motive right
And say, "Thy will be done."

And when the sun's bright glory
Shines o'er the earth at noon,
Help me to lift my thoughts again
To Thine, in praise, in sweet attune,
And say, "Thy will be done."

When fall the purple shadows
Across the western sky,
Help me with fervent heart to pray,
To thank Thee, Father, God Most High,
And say, "Thy will be done."

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