Create in me a heart that's clean,
Wind-swept and purified;
Emptied of insincerity,
Of hate, and foolish pride.
Search me, O God, and know my thoughts;
May they reflect Thy light,
Soaring on wings of joyous song
As birds in tireless flight.
And in that atmosphere serene
My heart shall be atune
To hear Thy angel messengers,
And with Thy thoughts commune.
No cruel, taunting fears remain
In hearts that dwell in Thy domain.
Poems
PRAYER
From the February 1941 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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