Poem May 4, 1929 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Secret Prayer

CHARLOTTE M. ROBERTS

I crave a higher sense of Thee
Than poor thought-models would allow,
A purer consciousness that feels
Thy holy presence here and now.

I shall attain when I have proved
By unselfed love, humility,
Thy precious precepts always true—
Have always been, shall ever be.

This joy is mine, this promised joy
Of my at-one-ment, Lord, with Thee,
When I shall know, and feel, and see
Thy presence as reality.

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