Poem November 23, 1929 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Desire

ELIZABETH G. W. PETTIT

Father , 'tis not for wealth I pray—
Wealth that is gold;
My needs are met afresh each day.
No! my desire is that I may
Pour out Thy wealth of Love alway—
From none withhold!

An understanding heart I crave;
Clearer to see
Thy truth, that I may walk the wave,
My hand in Thine; that I may have
No doubt or fear, knowing 'twill save,
To walk with Thee.

Oh, not for worldly ease my prayer—
A selfish calm;
Dear God, unself me! So that where
Sorrow and pain are, I may there
With joy affirm Thy tender care,
Thy healing balm!

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