Poem September 23, 1944 Issue

Prayer of the Prodigal Son

ALEXANDER A. LE M. SIMPSON

This world and I must part;
We have too long kept restless company.
For see,
Its joys and griefs too much disturb my heart.

I must awake, and soon.
My Father's love is here, and summons me;
And see,
Dark earth's unhallowed dreams are swiftly done.

I will arise and go.
Lo! at the gate my Father waits for me;
And see.
Those precious currents of His welcome flow.

The storms of matter cease;
God's realm of Spirit dawns upon my eyes.
I will arise.
And know myself His son and be at peace.

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