Prayer Poem by George MacDonald

Prayer

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We doubt the word that tells us: Ask,
And ye shall have your prayer;
We turn our thoughts as to a task,
With will constrained and rare.

And yet we have; these scanty prayers
Yield gold without alloy:
O God, but he that trusts and dares
Must have a boundless joy!

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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
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