I caught within these hands the silver rain, On winter morns I caught the snowflakes too. I only wish the being free of stain To joyfully kneel in gratitude to you.
The days pass fretfully upon my brow, In nights unknown I seem to drift away, If only the healing force I could allow And feel the Mother touch from day to day.
Is there still time for soul to grow towards Thee, The body pain to heal, the mind to still, The life desires halt that. I may be A servant of Thy Love, obey Thy Will And learn the lessons of plasticity.
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