Poem August 1, 1936 Issue

My Prayer

MARY F. KINGSTON

Help me, dear Lord, to speak the kindly word,
And leave the harsh retort unsaid;
Help me, when error argues loveless deeds,
To do the loving thing instead.

Give me a courage, born of confidence,
To hold Thy hand midst error's night;
Help me to know, regardless of the dark,
At eventide there shall be light.

And may I know, and ever manifest,
That tender, understanding thought
Which rectifies the wrong, which loves, and heals,
In just the way the Master taught.

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