Saturday, September 21, 1974

Troubles, by Marie MacIntyre

Father, my mind is troubled
With the sorrow everywhere.
So many hearts are filled
With sorry and dispair.

But my eyes are opened
Unto Thy perfect way
And now my course is clear,
I lift my thoughts and pray.

Pray that I
The right things do,
And with each prayer, encourage
All to reach up to You.

Father, Thy staff
I do lovingly bear
And will keep it bright
With love and care.

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