NOT to the terrible God, avenging, bright, <br />Whose altars struck their roots in flame and blood, <br />Not to the jealous God, whose merciless might <br />The infamy of unclean years withstood; <br />But to the God who lit the evening star, <br />Who taught the flower to blossom in delight, <br />Who taught His world what love and worship are <br />We pray, we two, to-night. <br /> <br /> <br />To no vast Presence too immense to love, <br />To no enthronèd King too great to care, <br />To no strange Spirit human needs above <br />We bring our little, intimate, heart-warm prayer; <br />But to the God who is a Father too, <br />The Father who loved and gave His only Son <br />We pray across the cradle, I and you, <br />For ours, our little one!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-prayer-4/
