A Prayer In Sickness

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Title:     A Prayer In Sickness
Author: George MacDonald [More Titles by MacDonald]

Thou foldest me in sickness;
Thou callest through the cloud;
I batter with the thickness
Of the swathing, blinding shroud:
Oh, let me see thy face,
The only perfect grace
That thou canst show thy child.

0 father, being-giver,
Take off the sickness-cloud;
Saviour, my life deliver
From this dull body-shroud:
Till I can see thy face
I am not full of grace,
I am not reconciled.

[The end]
George MacDonald's poem: Prayer In Sickness

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