A Last Prayer Poem by Helen Hunt Jackson

A Last Prayer

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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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 25 March 2016

she knows our soul, doesn't she? knows how we ache for the things we have not done for the Lord our God

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Helen Hunt Jackson

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Amherst, Massachusetts
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