With Every Stroke of My Prayer
Spring 2007
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Father, I am swimming in the sea of my craving for Thee,
beaten by the winds of severe trials.
As I float on the crest of the waves of pleasure and pain,
or shrink down into the depths of indifference, still I am looking
for thy shoreless shore.
With every stroke of my powerful prayer I am moving nearer to Thee.
I shall never give up, for I know that Thou lookest for my coming.
From Whispers from Eternity, 1949 edition.
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