Silent Prayer

The congregation hushed in silent prayer.Discouraged, sad, I bent my weary head.Why give my thought to all the others there?My own concern should claim this time, instead!Then deeply shamed I made a quick reply:My brother's cross is mine to carry, too.He has a share in infinite supply,And all that he can know is good and true.Let all who worship here be fed and freed!Bless these within thy gates. I made my plea.Then came a sense of love that met my need—The prayer another heart had made, for me!

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