A Prayer

O Father-Mother God, I love Thee well,
And come to listen for Thy "Peace, be still,"
The thoughts of hate and wrong and strife to quell,
And joyously with love my heart to fill.

I know that love doth ever radiate
From Thine own child, pure, undefiled, and true;
This consciousness of good opes wide the gate
Wherein communion sweet doth come anew.

Man emanates from Thee, eternal good,
Equipped with joy and love and gratitude,
To give unceasingly the sacred food
Of truth; a witness of Thine amplitude.

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