Awaken Me

FANNIE MYERS

Dear Father-Mother God,
My prayer has changed.

Before Thy light
Broke through this dream
Of slumbering sense
To lead me on,
My prayer to Thee
Was one of suppliance
Fraught with fear,
And shrouded with uncertainty
Lest Thou perchance
Should find it good,
For some transcendent reason
Of Thine own,
To keep from me
Thy bounty.

Dear Father-Mother God,
My prayer has changed.

Thy light broke through,
And slumbering sense
Began to see
That what it deemed
Thy failure to provide
Was but its own base frailty
And lack of power to see
Thy bounty.

Dear Father-Mother God,
My prayer has changed.

Thy light broke through,
And now I know
Thy work is done;
Nor tongue nor pen
Can e'er depict
The glory of Thy universe.
And slumb'ring sense
With its drab dream
Of pain and pleasure,
Life and death,
Is but the mist
That claims to hide
Thy bounty.

Dear Father-Mother God,
My prayer has changed.

No more I beg of Thee
To give me that
Which Thou canst not withhold.
Thy goodness, Lord,
Is manifest,
Thy bounty free;
My newborn prayer—
Awaken me!