BY DR. AGONSON
How shall I pray, my God?
What words shall fill my mouth?
Your hand of mercy, or your rod,
come harvest, or come drouth,
I pray I paise you through it all,
and worship even here.
When doubt assails, your name, I call,
and seek you in my fear.
Establish us, O Lord my God,
but not my will, your will.
Secure our home, O Christ my King,
but let your will be done.
Tale Told 