When I look back upon my life nigh spent, <br />Nigh spent, although the stream as yet flows on, <br />I more of follies than of sins repent, <br />Less for offence than Love's shortcomings moan. <br />With self, O Father, leave me not alone- <br />Leave not with the beguiler the beguiled; <br />Besmirched and ragged, Lord, take back thine own: <br />A fool I bring thee to be made a child.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prayer-69/
