Sunday prayer-poem

Today, O Lord

O Lord, I pray

That for this day

I may not swerve

By foot or hand

From Thy command

Not to be served, but to serve.

This, too, I pray,

That from this day

No love of ease

Nor pride prevent

My good intent

Not to be pleased, but to please.

And if I may

I’d have this day

Strength from above

To set my heart

In heavenly art

Not to be loved, but to love.

– Maltbie D. Babcock