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Prayer for My Brother's Harvest

From the May 1949 issue of The Christian Science Journal


Lord , let me not, with angry heart and cold, Tear down the fence around my brother's field, Uprooting tares from out his growing wheat— Lest the good blades be trampled by my feet. Lord, let me not by jealous act pluck up The smallest seedling of my brother's hope; Let no uncalled-for candor break an ear That, left to grow, full harvesting shall bear.