UNDERSTANDING

Not more of light I ask, O God,

but eyes to see what is,

Not sweeter songs, but how to use

the present melodies,

Not more of strength, but how to use

the power that I posess,

Not more of love, but skill to turn

a frown to a caress,

Not more of joy, but how to feel

its kindly presence near,

To give to others all I have

of courage and of cheer.

No other gifts, dear God, I ask,

but only sence to see

How best these precious gifts to use

you have bestowed on me.

anon.