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Poem May 20, 1939 Issue

Morning Prayer

MARION LOUISE KINNARD

Father , guard my wayward tongue,
Help me to speak gently,
Keep the portal of my lips,
Let me watch intently
Lest a note of fretfulness,
Weariness, resentment,
Claim to be my voice today,
Cloud this home's contentment.
And everywhere that I may go,
Father, help me see,
Despite all mortal evidence,
Thy children perfect, free.

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