Make Me Good

“My poor clay-sparrow seems turned to a stone,And from my heart will neither fly nor run.

I cannot feel as thou and I both would,

But, Father, I am willing—make me good.

What art thou father for, but to help thy son?

Look deep, yet deeper, in my heart, and there,

Beyond where I can feel, read thou the prayer.”

Excerpt From: MacDonald, George. “A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul.” iBooks. 

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