Dear Lord, kind Lord,
Gracious Lord, I pray
Thou wilt look on all I love,
Tenderly to-day!
Weed their hearts of weariness;
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel-wings
Winnowing the air.
Bring unto the sorrowing
All release from pain;
Let the lips of laughter
Overflow again,
And with all the needy
O divide, I pray
This vast treasure of content
That is mine today!
In Loving Memory of
Bruce Lawrence Lax
November 19, 1933
November 10, 2008
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1 comment:
Thank you for that poem!
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