Poem May 11, 1940 Issue

Prepare Ye Vessels

ALICE TROXELL MC COUN

From out the rock the waters flow and sing.
They give and give, a pure and endless stream,
Supply in such abundance it would seem
Beyond our present thought of reckoning.
How frail, how small, the cup to which we cling!
We brought but one. Enough—in our esteem.
Yet he who would much more receive will deem
It wise to be prepared—more vessels bring.

Dear Lord! With sanguine hands outstretched, we hold
Our tiny cup for blessings from on high;
Then stand abashed—so unprepared are we.
Our prayer is that Thy tenderness enfold;
Forgive the lack until we can supply,
And offer, greater receptivity.

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