The Breaking of the Day

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

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

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