Set my lines to song, dear Lord;
Give them resonance and beauty.
Let them image forth Your Word,
Teaching men the joy of duty.

Scan the syllables with love;
Fit them to Your perfect meter.
Let them tell of things above,
Make the poem purer, sweeter.

Words are meant to sing for You,
Healing hearts of fear and sadness.
Let my song be faithful, true,
Filled with comfort and with gladness.

Max Dunaway

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June 10, 1967

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