Poem February 21, 1948 Issue

DESIRE IS PRAYER

Madge Elder

So, Father, would I bring my heart's desires
Into Thy sanctuary, Thy house of prayer,
Nor fear again Thy temple to profane—
Unholy thoughts can never enter there.
Even as I falter at the open door,
All that is base or worthless drops away,
And what is left, laid on Thine alter steps,
Is purified, exalted, as I pray.

Madge Elder

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