Not more of light I ask, O God,
But eyes to see what is:
Not sweeter songs, but ears to hear
The present melodies:
Not more of strength, but how to use
The power that I possess:
Not more of love, but skill to turn
A frown to a caress:
Not more of joy, but how to feel
Its kindly presence near
To give to others all I have
Of courage and of cheer.

No other gifts, dear God, I ask,
But only sense to see
How best these precious gifts to use
Thou hast bestowed on me.

Author Unknown

I will not therefore minimize my prayer,
But make it large as are the promises.
Since God is willing thus to bless,
No less an answer would I share.
Alas, for my small faith,
Compared with what He saith.

Therefore, henceforth, shall prayer be heard
From me according to God’s word.
I will request, as long as I shall live,
All God has shown His willingness to give.
As are the love and power His truth declares,
So shall faith make the measure of my prayers.

by Wm. Olney

Warp and woof and tangle,
Weavers of webs are we.
Living and dying- and mightier dead,
For the shuttle, once sped, is sped;
Weavers of webs are we.

White, and black, and hodden-gray,
Weavers of webs are we.
To every weaver one golden strand
Is given in trust by the Master-Hand;
Weavers of webs are we.

And that we weave, we know not,
Weavers of webs are we.
The threads we see, but the pattern is known
To the Master-Weaver alone, alone;
Weavers of webs are we.

by John Oxenham

Content, content! within a quiet room
All warm and lit we meet; the outward gloom
Is like a folding arm about us pressed;
A space to love in, and a space to pray
We find; content, content!

by Dora Greenwell