Poetry of Kansas

The Hour Of Prayer

When the twilight shadows gather at
    the closing of the day,
Over all of warring Europe, there has
    come the hour to pray.
'Tis the hour when all the burdens,
    all the heartaches and despair
Finds relief, for God has given, solace
    in the hour of prayer.
 
So when gathers dusky twilight and
    the darkness settles down,
And the hush of labor ceases in each
    hamlet, home or town.
When the city streets are vacant,
    then within the sacred domes,
There God's children are assembled
    as they pray for broken homes.
 
"Heavenly Father, give them courage,
    let Thy people not despair,
For we need Thy loving kindness, as
    we need Thy tender care.
Thou alone can heal each heartache,
    in Thy name may peace be given,
May they feel each loved one sleepeth
    and they'll meet them all in
    heaven."
 
So let us when war's oppression brings
    to this fair land of mine
News of loved ones slain in battle or
    perhaps beneath the brine;
May we find Thy house of worship,
    and may we while kneeling there,
Find relief for Christ has promised
    solace in the hour of prayer.

__Nettie Squire Sutton.

A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
Page 47
 

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