The Man I Prayed For Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid (as we’re inclined to do), I do not need a handsome man but let him be like You; I do not need one big and strong nor yet so very tall, nor need he be some genius, or wealthy, Lord, at all; but let his head be high, dear God, and let his eye be clear, his shoulders straight, whate’er his state, whate’er his earthly sphere; and let his face have character, a ruggedness of soul, and let his whole life show, dear God, a singleness of goal; then when he comes (as he will come) with quiet eyes aglow, I’ll understand that he’s the man I prayed for long ago. Only You Dusty my soul tonight. Earth has been dear. Bewildered, I come to You, Father God, hear. Idols that charm me, dreams that allure, pains that alarm me, suspense to endure, memories that linger, thoughts that ensnare, a heart that is aching, all crumpled by care, unsatisfied, restless, scarce able to pray— everything, everything take it away. Only You, none but You, Jesus alone:...
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