Poem December 30, 1939 Issue

Humility

ELIZABETH A. MILLER

Oh, let me be more childlike, Lord,
More humble, meek, and mild,
And let me put my hand in Thine
And trust Thee as a child.

My daily need Thou wilt supply,
My daily task provide,
And constant watch keep over me,
If I in Thee abide.

From fear Thy love will loosen me,
From doubts and from alarms;
And as Thy child I'll feel the warmth
Of "everlasting arms."

So let me be more childlike, Lord,
From self and sense set free.
My Father-Mother God I'll trust,
And learn humility.

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