Poem March 5, 1984 Issue

Morning prayer

ROSALIND S. JOHN

Father, I'm coming to You
prodigal again—
hungry for what You have and
tired of what I thought
would satisfy.

I'm coming to You again
because I need Your uncondemning love,
Your sweet assurance of my innocence.
I know You're here expecting me
and so I'm coming
eagerly this time.

I thought that when I'd got my portion
You had given me all I could receive.
But now
I see You still have riches for me—
that my portion is the undivided wealth
of goodness, purity, humility, and love.

Father, let me earn these riches
serving You.

ROSALIND S. JOHN

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