Poem September 13, 1993 Issue

Seeing my brother

Louise Clarke Harsch

Father, help me to see the true view
Of man, creation, and You.
Help me to know each one I meet
Is God's own child, lovable, complete.

Father, let me be blind to age or color,
And see each one as my brother,
Reflecting all that You express—
And know, thereby, true happiness.

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