Tomorrow's Far Away

O FATHER, guide these faltering steps to-day,
    Lest I should fall!
Tomorrow? Ah, tomorrow's far away,
    Today is all.
If I but keep my feet till evening time,
    Night will bring me rest.
Then stronger grown, tomorrow I shall
    climb,
With newer zest.

Oh, may I stoop to no unworthiness
    In pain or sorrow,
Nor bear from yesterday one bitterness
    On to tomorrow!
Then, Father, help these searching eyes
    today
    The path to see,
Be patient with my feebleness - the way
    Is steep to Thee!
~ Prayers of an Irish Mother, Imprimatur 1934 ~