On Wings of Prayer

Today I have gone where the weary are calling,

Where hopeless, forsaken, they plead for a ray

To light their dark pathway, and keep them from falling;

Oh, I have been there and have touched them today.

Oh, I have gone down where the drumbeats are sounding

Their message monotonous, dreary and forlorn,

of base superstition, of evil abounding,

Yes, I have been there, and a hope has been born.

I saw little children, their eyes old with sorrow;

So old, with a wisdm learned in sin's school.

I saw them today, I will see them tomorrow -

I cannot forget, for the sight is so cruel.

Each day I will go where the weary are calling;

Each day I lighten their loads of despair

I cannot forget, for the need is appaling;

Each day I will go on the strong wings of prayer!

--Kathryn Blackburn Peck--