A Last Prayer

by Helen Fiske Jackson

Father, i scarcely dare to pray,   So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day,   And left my work but just begun; So clear I see that things I thought   Were right or harmless were a sin; So clear I see that I have sought,   Unconscious, selfish aims to win; So clear I see that I have hurt   The souls I might have helped to save; That I have slothful been, inert,   Deaf to the calls thy leaders gave. In outskirts of thy kingdoms vast,   Father, the humblest spot give me; Set me the lowliest task thou hast;   Let me repentant work for thee!

More poems by Helen Fiske Jackson

All poems by Helen Fiske Jackson →