Poem November 11, 1944 Issue

The Breaking of the Day

EVA B. SNOWMAN

I prayed that God would teach me how to pray—
To open wide my eyes that I might see
The full intent of what the Master sought
Alone with God in deep humility.

Before, my prayer had been petition's call
For that which seemed to be my certain need,
And often, too, with words I praised God's name
While still His loving voice I did not heed.

Then came the glad awakening one morn—
A glorious breaking of the newborn day.
I woke to listen to God's voice alone;
This was my answer—I had learned to pray.

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