Poem September 11, 1943 Issue

"Daily bread"

ISLA PASCHAL RICHARDSON

Dear Father-Mother God,
Today I need
The bread of Life, Thy Word,
My heart to feed.

And as the duties throng,
Hourly I seek
Thy ever-present Love,
Blessing the meek.

Thy healing truth I know
Is ever near
To loose those bound by pain,
And banish fear.

I lift my thoughts to Thee,
And there I find
Divine intelligence.
The only Mind.

As gratefully I share
Good, nor withhold,
My blessings are returned
To me fourfold.

With gladness I can say.
"Thy will be done,"
Knowing it means all good
For everyone.

Each day renews our strength
If lived for Thee,
A joyous foretaste of
Eternity.

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