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I waken suddenly, the clock strikes two;
The house is very still;

My thoughts are free to wonder where they will;
I know a lovely, quiet thing to do,

Time, time to pray.

Rare waking hours within the friendly night!
My window frames a star,

God does not seem intangible, nor far;
My prayer flows upward like a holy light;

Dear names fall from my lips in gentle sighs,
And heavenward rise.

The burden of their pain, their sin, their care,
Is mingled with my own.
And suddenly, mysteriously flown
To one strong Heart, and left forever there.
I pray the Lord their souls and mine to keep,
And so, I sleep.
Re We Tobias

"Oh, give me patience when wee hands

Tug at me with their small demands.

And give me gentle and smiling eyes.

Keep my lips from hasty replies.

And let not weariness, confusion, or noise
Obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys.

So when, in years to come, my house is still --
No bitter memories its rooms may fill."

MOTHER OF FIVE