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I shall
pray a prayer for you,
For 'tis a purpose just;
To He whose Word lights the way,
Toward all you seek, I trust.
I shall not
pray thee riches,
For grow a mistress vile;
But that a darkened spirit,
May brighten at your smile.
I shall not
pray thee long life,
For may no blessing be;
But that in ev'ry teardrop,
The Heart of God you see.
I shall not
pray thee power,
Nor golden earthly throne;
But that thy path leads homeward,
With ne'er a step alone.
I shall not
pray thee any thing,
Of this world's dearest charms;
But that when Death bids, “Slumber!”
You wake in Jesus' arms.
(From the book,
The Crimson Thread, by Jerry D. Babb
© 2000 White Buck
Publishing)
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