A Prayer from the pen of George MacDonald

Oh, may my heart learn to pray like this as well. 

Until it does, I will join my voice with this old Saint’s.
God, help me, dull of heart, to trust in thee.      

Thou art the father of me—not any mood      

Can part me from the One, the verily Good.      

When fog and failure o’er my being brood.      

When life looks but a glimmering marshy clod,      

No fire out flashing from the living God—     

Then, then, to rest in faith were worthy victory!

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