PRAYER FOR TODAY O Father, grant me calm amid this world's confusion; Serenity against the strain, the strife. Let not unrest and tumult find intru sion Into the pattern of my daily life. Discerning what is false/ what is vain, defective; Committing the unknown to Thee in trust, Help me to keep all things in true perspective, Remembering the transiency of dust. Forgetting not Thy love in joy or sor rows, Walking with Thee in quietness aIway, Leaving within Thy keeping all tomor rows— So shall Thy peace attend me each today. A boy will be let down. In his eyes you're always right. Your morals are his own. When you "fudge" and habits slip He sees no harm in them; Heroes never can do wrong. That's what you are to him. Don't do it, dad! One day the boy will wake, And realize that you were, wrong And then his heart will break; Because the dad he thought he had, Was not a man at all, But a weak - kneed, self - indulgent soul Who caused his boy to fall. Don't do, it dad! The cost is much too high To be an idol to a lad, Then see it shattered die. The cost is pain— frustration To the boy who thought you true. Deeper still your hurt will be, Because he followed you. — R. W. Cooper W A T CH IN G YOU Don't do it, dad!
THE FATHER'S HANDS
My little boy oft rides with me And plays that he is driving, too; His chubby hands with mine I feel Upon the auto steering wheel, And ever we go safely through. When dangers threaten, sudden, grim, And fears our very hearts congeal, My boy smiles up into my face, And says with artless childhood grace, "M y daddy's hand is on the wheel." Oh, priceless faith of tender years! Would it were ours when cares beset! When on the sea or on the land To learn to trust the guiding hand; And trust and trust and ne'er forget! Our heavenly Father bideth near; His constant presence we may feel. Or on the land or on the sea, No harm can come to you and me; The Father's hand is on the wheel. — C. Fellows "T A P S " Out of this life I shall never fake Things of silver and gold I make; All that I cherish and hoard away After I leave, on this earth must stay. Tho' I call it mine and boast its worth, I must give it up when I leave this earth; All that I gather, all that I keep, I must leave behind when I fall asleep. And I often wonder what I shall own In that other life, when I pass alone. W ill the Great Judge say, when the task is through, That my spirit has gathered some riches, too? Or shall, at last, it be mine to find That all I worked for, I left behind? And took with me only a record of sin, And nothing that would be of value to Him.
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