[Written for the Sentinel]

Three Times Daily

Father, when each new sunriseFloods earth with golden light;Help me to lift my thought to TheeWith purpose true and motive rightAnd say, "Thy will be done."

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

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