A Prayer for Needy Ones

I come, dear Lord, with this first fall of snowTo lift my heart in tender prayer for themWho have great need, and yet who do not knowThe way to touch the Master's garment hem.My plea is not that Thou wilt kindly blessThese cold and hungry ones with food and fire,But that they learn to pray with earnestnessExalting every hope and fond desire.

So often, Lord, it is not merely thingsThe children need, though they may know it not;It may be love or courage, trust or wingsOf faith with which to rise from their sad lot.Teach them to pray and see themselves not poor,But rich in every quality of Thine,Which men may all express and have the sureReward of those who image the divine.

Signs of the Times
November 24, 1934

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