ber, 25e. A Page of Poetry By NATHANIEL KRUM
FAITH
I pray not, Lord, for faith As large as mustard seed, That mountains may no more My heavenward path impede.
But this my simple prayer, I'd have Thee, Lord, fulfil,— Just give me faith and strength To move each day's molehill!
LITTLE SINS
A little sin it seemed, Eve took the fruit And ate, then passed it on to Adam's stainless hand: A little sin, but dire the flood of guilt unstayed To blight and mar the perfect pleasure of God's land.
A little sin, this cutting word I've spoken, I didn't mean it, no, 'twas but a thoughtless joke, But it has torn its way into the heart,— Lord, save me from the thought--that heart has broken!
0 who can know the stinging, endless sorrow That comes from little acts and words like these? Give, God, a mind to sense my sins, though little, And vict'ry o'er them as I meet Thee on my knees.
CHARITY
My love was once political — I gave that I might get, Expecting wealth and praise from man, My crafty course I set.
But now, alt, now, since Christ in me Has wrought a new creation, I give as He has prompted me — Without dissimulation! WORLD LEADERS SAY there are BREAKERS AHEAD