A prayer by Dwight Edwards Marvin:
Kindle, O Lord, along the way
Bring guiding torches, lest I stray;
For I am near the ford.
Take Thou my hand, clear Thou my sight
Amid these brooding clouds of night:
Kindle the torches, Lord.
The mists are falling o'er my eyes
And darkness robes the dripping skies
As I draw near the ford.
Strange voices whisper in my ear;
Strange thoughts surcharge my mind with fear:
Kindle the torches, Lord.
The waters raor, I cannot see
And tremble with anxiety,
Now I am near the ford.
Light the lonely path I tread;
Take from my mind all doubt and dread:
Kindle the torches, Lord.
Behold, one cometh on apace,
A radience gleaming from His face,
He calls, "Fear not the ford."
His garments are as white as snow,
And on my path there falls a glow
Brighter than torches, Lord.
I cannot suffer harm or loss
When I the rushing waters cross;
For He is at the ford.
Soon I shall go through portals bright
To walk with Him in realms of light
And need no torches, Lord.
