As Moses, slow of tongue, Thy guidance sought,
I also ask: Dear God, be with my mouth
Through this blest hour. Speak to the pure child-thought
Turning expectantly. Truth is Thy voice.
There is no query raised, but its reply
Awaits within the amplitude of Soul,
No stubborn will but yields to wisdom's way,
No straying thought, for Love attracts its own.
The simplest truth bespeaks the whole of Mind,
The smallest proof, the all of Principle.
Let me express anew spontaneous Life;
The joyous quickening; the voice of Love;
The tenderness, the touch, of Christ. Because
Good is not limited to this brief hour,
Thy Word shall still remain to satisfy
And heal. Through teacher, text, pupil, or prayer
God speaks, and men must hear.
Poems
A Sunday School Teacher Prays
From the September 1961 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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