[Written for the Sentinel]

Thy Gifts

This prayer is mine—
A love forgiving, faithful, pure, divine.
I only ask to share Thy holiness,
To touch the border of the seamless dress,
That I may heal,
Thy power reveal;
For only perfect love replete is Thine.
What though another pass me on the way?
I joyfully press on, nor ever sway;
Nor do I question, envy, or repine.
The promise reads, Son, all I have is thine.
Thy gifts entwine
All hearts, and mine,
And glorify an endless, perfect day.

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