Thought Children may ask why trees are small At distances beyond them all? And skip about in spellbound cheer To clamber on same branches near Are we not too mere simple youths? Who cannot see the things we choose In journeys shown by lines of trees Our vision shifts to things that please When mystic path becomes our way To search out for safe place to stay With each step inner thrills revealed And precious Self no more concealed Prayer Lord, hold my hand as we explore the inner worlds together; grant that I may behold You as my inner treasure.
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