The bread that bringeth strength I want to give,
The water pure that bids the thirsty live:
I want to help the fainting day by day;
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.
I want to give the oil of joys for tears,
The faith to conquer crowding doubts and fears.
Beauty for ashes may I give always.
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.
I want to give some measure running o’er
And into angry hearts, I want to pour
the answer soft that turneth the wrath away.
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.
I want to give to others hope and faith.
I want to do all that the Master saith;
I want to live aright from day to day;
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.
-Anonymous
