Show THE MOTHERS ALTERED PRAYER BY halky B L WHITMAN the suffering infant slept the faithful mother kept her ceaseless vigil by tile the coach of pain and oer its farm so 80 fair she breathed an anxious prayer lord bring my loved one back to health again standing beside the bed oh hush bush the father said 14 such bitter grieving is not good tor for thee canet thou not feel to say and in thy spirit pray thy will be done wh wha ateer teler the end may be sobbing she cried ali ah no I 1 love my darling so I 1 cannot cannot ever give him up I 1 thou who the cross did bear A thorny crown I 1 wear oh from my lips remove this bitter cup while thus she prayed and wept A troubled slumber crept over her weary spirit for a time yet even in in lier her dreams to see her child she seems and follows him from youth to man hoods prime and oh her noble boy that once with hope and joy oy and pride had caused her loving heart to swell she sees temptation win lead on in ways of sin and bring at last unto a felons cell they lead him forth to die oh hear that mournful cry to him 0 lord pity and pardon send but a stern voice says nay kay thou for his life pray behold of thy rebellious wish the end she woke but while she slept A wondrous change had swept and borne him in the saviors bavi ors arms to dwell then her heart did say lord I 1 did blindly pray my heavenly Fat father lier thou hast ordered well exchange |