Poem December 22, 1951 Issue

MORNING PRAYER

Isla Paschal Richardson

Our Father-Mother God, this is Thy day.
May I serve Thee in all I do and say,
Keeping my thought uplifted; rise above
The mists of doubt, expressing peace and love,

Remembering that every coming hour
With joys and duties brings the strength and power
To do whatever task is given me,
To do it gladly, well, rejoicingly.

Isla Paschal Richardson

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