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LATE HARVEST Prayer is a want God plants at birth, But unmet needs, A drought of love Force weeds to grow. Our haste to speak, Our introspection, Our must control, Our self-perfection, Our lack of trust: These faults that nip The buds of faith Yield no crops;just Silence between God and us. Despite these doubts, We will keep vigil. Divine seeds sprout; What God has sown He means to reap. |
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