I Prayed and knew that I would sometime find
A sort of holy dial or instrument
To measure how I know and love the truth.
To tell me daily, hourly, how I stand.
And thus to spur me on to greater heights.
I prayed with trust, and soon the answer came,
That I already had the measure asked.
At times I feel a tender, true regard
For every neighbor, whether near or far.
And that is when I have my hand in God's.
But sometimes, when I merely drift along.
When lack of holy thought has chilled my heart,
I may dismiss a brother from my mind
Or leave some lonely lamb without the told
Of my affectionate embrace.
My lack of love should soon awaken me:
Then once again I take the upward way.
Oh with what joy and radiant peace will come
A clearer vision of my fellow man.
