The Empty Page

Living for God


Grant me implicit faith to lay

My future open at your hand.

My one delight but to obey

Your  yet-to be inscribed commands.


Let me not wrest the pen from you

Lest by my hand the page be marred,

Let me not shrink from your decree,

Or name your will, severe and hard.


May every pressure of your pen,

Win instant answer on my part,

You must decide the where and when,

My one concern, a ready heart.


No matter how you trace the line,

Make it indelible and sure,

That those who view the whole design,

May read the heavenly signature.

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This is an excellent

This is an excellent spiritual poem!