By: Ardis E. Parshall - December 29, 2011 Prayer By Beatrice K. Ekman Father, I thank thee for my sightThat sees the beauty of the night,That sees the changing seasons pass,The green of sedge, of meadow grass,The trees that fling their branches high,The drift of clouds across the sky.O, let me have the grace to seeMy brother’s need of being free. (1951) ...
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