In Love With The Lord

A Prayer for Refined Rusticity

A genial hearth and a refined rusticity, though meek and patient as a sheathed sword… though pride's least lurking thought appears a wrong to anyone. Though peace is on your tongue, gentleness in your heart, can earth afford such a genuine state? Bless you for watching and loving me, and tending my needs… me the adopted plant, that I may thrive for everlasting bloom, securing for me a path of light through gloomiest shade; amour divine, and conquer in our cause. Uplifted and forever yours without end.