A Simple Prayer

Aug. 31, 2014

The little that I give of me

Shall by thy grace increase

For I am meant for none but thee

My labor shall not cease.

An instrument awakened now

To all that must be done

That truth may reign and night shall know

The radiance of thy sun.

The ages called to thee, "Come down",

The earth in sorrow weeps,

Evil's tenacity has grown

And man unconscious, sleeps

Unknowing as the golden day

Grows brighter in the east;

Our hearts shall bear the brilliant ray

That kills the raging beast.

When all thy work on earth is done

Let me serve thee still,

To live in thee, for thee alone

Thy love my soul to fill.