My Prayer: A Poem

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more difficult, there would be such a gap between us and them that they would be meaningless to us and therefore useless. What then? Was it a futile promise that we should inherit eternal lives in the Celestial glory? By no means. That is our destiny. We shall become like unto God when we have bridged the gap between us and God by self-effort guided and directed by his Holy Spirit— in short by doing just such unostentatious duties and making just such unheralded sacrifices as are daily required of us in this life. It may take us a long while to reach this goal; but

let us not forget that potentially we are in Heaven from the moment

we start toward it: and at any stage in our journey toward the Celestial Heaven we are in the highest glory and most perfect bliss that

the universe can at that moment afford us. But we shall yet reach a higher and more perfect outer Heaven as day by day we build a more perfect inner Heaven, for there is no end to time, nor space, nor progress.

MY PRAYER.

If there be some weaker one,

Give me strength to help him on; If a blinder soul there be,

Let me guide him nearer thee. Make my mortal dreams come true With the work I fain would do; Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant; Let me find in thy employ Peace that dearer is than joy; Out of self to love be led, And to heaven acclimated, Until all things sweet and good Seem my nature's habitude. John G. Whittibr.