Poem April 18, 1936 Issue

A Prayer

WINIFRED ERSKINE MC INTYRE

AWAKEN me, O Lord, to see the subtlety
Of evil, which deceiveth those asleep in sense,
Such forms as ease in matter, selfishness, till hence
Unto their native nothingness and vanity
They go. May I no longer uselessly
On wanton errands precious moments spend,
But rather in Thy service joyously
The slightest bidding of Thy love attend.
Yea, for Thy voice may I be listening
When Thou, dear Lord, dost whisper in my ear.
E'en now I feel that glad awakening,
My pathway lies before me straight and clear,
No longer rugged, misty, dark, and drear.
Thy wondrous light hath banished every fear.

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