Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid
(as we're inclined to do)
I do not need a handsome man
But let him be like you;
I do not need one big and strong
nor yet so very tall,
Nor need he be some genius
Or wealthy, Lord, at all.
But let his head be high, dear God,
And let his eye be clear,
his shoulders straight, whate'er his state,
Whate'er his earthly sphere;
And let his face have character,
A ruggedness of soul,
And let his whole life show, dear God,
A singleness of goal;
Then when he comes(as he will come)
With quiet eyes aglow,
I'll understand that he's the man
I prayed for long ago.
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