But maybe prayer is a road to rise,
A mountain path leading toward the skies
To assist the spirit who truly tries.
But it isn't a shibboleth, creed, nor code,
It isn't a pack-horse to carry your load,
It isn't a wagon, it's only a road.
And perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries
Is not the goal, but the exercise!
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I pray the prayer the Easterners do,
May the peace of Allah abide with you;
Wherever you read more
I pray the prayer the Easterners do,
May the peace of Allah abide with you;
Wherever you stay, wherever you go,
May the beautiful palms of Allah grow;
Through days of labor, and nights of rest,
The love of Good Allah make you blest;
So I touch my heart--as the Easterners do,
May the peace of Allah abide with you.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
Father! no prophet's laws I seek,--
Thy laws in Nature's works appear;--
I own myself corrupt and read more
Father! no prophet's laws I seek,--
Thy laws in Nature's works appear;--
I own myself corrupt and weak,
Yet will I pray, for thou wilt hear.
Doubt not but God who sits on high,
Thy secret prayers can hear;
When a dead wall read more
Doubt not but God who sits on high,
Thy secret prayers can hear;
When a dead wall thus cunningly
Conveys soft whispers to the ear.
I ask not a life for the dear ones,
All radiant, as others have done,
But that read more
I ask not a life for the dear ones,
All radiant, as others have done,
But that life may have just enough shadow
To temper the glare of the sun;
I would pray God to guard them from evil,
But my prayer would bound back to myself:
Ah! a seraph may pray for a sinner,
But a sinner must pray for himself.
Take ye heed, watch and pray: for ye know not when the time is.
Take ye heed, watch and pray: for ye know not when the time is.
Courage is fear that has said its prayers.
Courage is fear that has said its prayers.
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's read more
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven?
Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?
