Friday, September 24, 2010


This little poem speaks to me in my current situation; I pray it speaks to you as well!

No more of light I ask, O God,
But eyes to see what is.

Not sweeter songs, but ears to hear
The present melodies.

Not more of strength, but how to use
The power that I possess.

Not more of love, but skill to turn
A frown to a caress.

Not more of joy, but how to feel
Its kindly presence near,

To give to others all I have
Of courage and of cheer.

No other gifts, dear God, I ask,
But only sense to see

How best these precious gifts to use
Thou hast bestowed on me.

Author unknown

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