My dear Lord, One Who gives an Answer true:
I came to You with open arms today.
Straight way ye cured my heart of mood so blue.
I do so thank You—sure! What more I say?
“Tis best to sit all quiet, in prayer, foresooth!
Ye know what words I’d say when words do fail.
Ye know I follow You, intent like Ruth
Who follow’d Naomi through hill and dale.
Yea, follow You the same. Cannot ev’n live
Without Your Love. Impossible to think!
When ye do pour out Love, and to me send
Your blessings, I bow way low, all mild and meek.
I need Ye, God, my fondest prayer recite.
I reach for You, in Love, with all my might.