Poems (Coolidge)/A Prayer
A PRAYER
O Lord, to thee I humbly kneel, Sweet peace doth o'er my spirit steal; I know not what my soul doth need;—Thou knowest—and—for this I plead:
That I of self may emptied be, And e'en my sins may leave with thee: That time to introspection given, May, henceforth, speed my way to heaven.
O Lord, to thee I yield my will; With thoughts of thee my spirit fill; I cast myself upon thy care! Is not this, Lord, the truest prayer?