[Written for the Sentinel]

The Practitioner

Oh , helping hand, for thee I reach
As floweret seeks the light;
A glow of truth, a warmth of love,
Thou bringest to my night.

The truth that thou hast found in Him,
Through prayer and faith and tears,
Thou show'st to me, and bring'st to me
A peace that heals my fears.

And when thy faithful, holy work
I would with thanks reward,
Thou turn'st my thought to God and say'st:
To Him thy praise award!

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