Poems (Coolidge)/My Pen

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

MY PEN

For good or ill its work is wrought.
 Against, or else for thee;
The little seed it daily sows
 A harvest rich may be.

I pray thee, Lord, my heart so fill
 With loyal love to thee,
My mind on things of "good report"
 Intent may ever be.

Thy love, thy glory be my theme,
 Then shall the garner be
O'erflowing, with sweet thoughts of One
 I would have others see.

I would do nought but sow, dear Lord,
 The reaper thou must be;
I pray that love my pen may guide,
 The rest I leave to Thee.