p. 8 | A Boy's Prayer by Delvin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 23, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 17.

A Boy's Prayer

By Delvin Rees Buckner

On Rising on the Resurrection Morn

By Delvin Rees Buckner

Throughout life's span my guardian and guide, Sent now by God to pilot me through space, I first would ask to see my mother's face, With new-born beauty, shining, glorified, And, buried in her bosom, I would hide As when a babe, I found a resting-place Within her warm, affectionate embrace. My prayer, O angel, must it be denied? Her grave lay once in ground whose dust was gold, Where grapes pressed color from flushed orange cheeks, And flowers vied with the rainbow hues above; But all the earth is altered now, and rolled In one disheveled heap — yet o'er the peaks I'd fly to mother's outstretched arms of love.