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The Great Family

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 18, 1907

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 84, No. 29.

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The Great Family

By Marianne Farningham

How wonderful it is, dear Lord, That while I pray to thee, Millions of others lift their eyes, Wistful thy face to see. Nor does it matter where we stay, For need and longing cleave their way.
We do believe thou hearest all; But how, through clamors fierce, The whisper of a little child Its path to thee may pierce, We do not know, we can not see: That secret must be left with thee.
The world is praying unto thee Through all the day and night; The very streets are full of prayer If we could hear aright. And those who pray—a countless crowd— Never obtrusive are, nor loud.
Meetly thy gracious answers come, And do not miss their way. Thy Father heart does not confuse The prayers thy children pray; A thought, a look, a mute request, Brings what it sought—strength, love, or rest.
How wonderful it is, dear Lord, That while I pray to thee, Millions of others lift their eyes, Wistful thy face to see. Thou, Lord, dost answer for Love’s sake, And Love can never make mistake.
—Marianne Farningham.