[Written for the Sentinel]

"Pray without ceasing"

I would have said my morning prayer,
But scarce had I begun—
To save a sister from a fall
In haste I had to run.

At noon I yearned to say my prayer,
But long ere the Amen
A little hungry waif appeared—
Unsaid 'twas left again.

To-night, in rest, my prayer I'd say—
'Tis sweet in prayer to rest—
But worn, late toilers from the fields
I served at their behest.

Forgive me, Lord, my unsaid prayer!
But soft a voice did say,
Thou'st said a hundred earnest prayers
In love and works this day.

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January 10, 1931

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