If only we could follow this wonderful poem's promise, the world would truly reflect God's plan for all mankind.
Today's challenge is clear. Practice, Practice, Practice.....
TEACH ME TO LOVE
There was a time when in my daily prayer
I asked for all the things I deemed most fair,
And necessary to my life – success,
Riches, of course, and ease, and happiness;
A host of friends, a home without alloy;
A primrose path of luxury and joy,
Social distinction, and enough of fame
To leave behind a well-remembered name.
Ambition ruled my life. I longed to do
Great things, that all my little world might view
And whisper, “Wonderful!”
Ah, patient God,
How blind we are, until Thy shepherd’s rod
Of tender chastening gently leads us on
To better things! …
Today I have but one
Petition, Lord – Teach me to love.
Indeed It is my greatest and my only need –
Teach me to love,
not those who first love me,
But all the world, with that rare purity
Of broad outreaching thought which
Bears no trace
Of earthly taint, but holds in its embrace
Humanity, and only seems to see
The good in all, reflected Lord from Thee.
And teach me, Father, how to love the most
Those who most stand in need of love-
That host of people who are sick and poor and bad,
Whose tired faces show their lives are sad,
Who toil along the road with footsteps slow,
And hearts more heavy than the world can know-
People whom others pass discreetly by,
Or fail to hear the pleading of that cry
For help, amid the tumult of the crowd;
Whose very anguish makes them cold and proud,
Resentful, bitter in their grief-
I want to bring them comfort and relief,
To put my hand in theirs, and at their side
Walk softly on, a faithful, fearless guide.
O Saviour, thou the Christ, Truth, ever near,
Help me to feel these sad ones doubly dear
Because they need so much! Help me to seek
And find that which they thought was lost; to speak
Such words of cheer that as we pass along
The wilderness shall blossom into song.
Ah, Love divine, how empty was that prayer
Of other days! That which was once so fair-
Those flimsy baubles that the world calls joys
Are nothing to me now but broken toys.
Outlived, outgrown. I thank Thee that I know
Those much desired dreams of long ago,
Like butterflies, have had their summer’s day
Of brief enchantment and have gone. I
Pray for better things
Thou knowest, God above,
My one desire now - Teach me to love.
(Reprinted from the Christian Science Journal of October 1908)
This is an old but timeless poem... a worthy guide that I will earnestly try to practice.......
We can pray for the coming of the time when our worth is based on how well we follow the guidance in this lovely poem.