God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this.Let me straighten after pain,
as a tree straightens after the rain,
Shining and lovely again.
God, make me brave for life; much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts, let me rise
From sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Thy way is wise.
God, make me brave, life brings
Such blinding things.
Help me to keep my sight;
Help me to see aright
That out of dark comes light.
Amen.
as a tree straightens after the rain,
Shining and lovely again.
God, make me brave for life; much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts, let me rise
From sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Thy way is wise.
God, make me brave, life brings
Such blinding things.
Help me to keep my sight;
Help me to see aright
That out of dark comes light.
Amen.
3 comments :
you already are one of the bravest women i know.
This is a beautiful poem. Did you write it?
Erin, I would have been proud to have written it - but no, it is not my work. I found it on a Prayer website, under the title Prayers for Fear. I've memorized it, and I recite it often. I think it's just beautiful.
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