A Prayer author unknown
Anything, God but hate; I have known it in my day, And the best it does is scar your soul And eat your heart away. Man must know more than hate, As the years go rolling on; For the stars survive and the spring survives, Only man denies the dawn. God, if I have but one prayer Before the cloud-wrapped end, I'm sick of hate and the waste it makes, Let me be my brother's friend.