A Prayer

Cleanse me, Lord, that I may see
The beauty of divinity;
Give me courage, Lord, to go
With outstretched hands down paths of woe;
Help me, Lord, to ease or bear
Another's burden of despair;
Lift my thought to heights above,
That I may know the fruits of Love;
Grant me vision of Thy plan,
Where perfect God and perfect man
Abide in love, and have so stood,
Since Thou hast made and called all good!

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