Poem October 18, 1947 Issue

PRAYER

Ray Cox Flint

Dear Father-Mother Love divine,
I pray to know Thy love, to see
The bruisèd ones, the bonded ones,
The broken ones of earth made free.
And may I so ascend Thy hill
Of purity and peace and power
That all who turn to me will find
But Thee; then in that holy hour
Know sweet surcease from pangs of sense,
Lose self in Thine omnipotence.

Ray Cox Flint

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