The caravan of my prayers is moving toward Thee. In the kind eyes of all men, I notice sparks of Thy mercy. The trees of dark lives flicker with a myriad of glow-worms of Thy shining life. The caravan of my prayers has been slowly working its way through the furious sand-storms of despondency. Yet, at last, the glimpse of the oasis of Thy silent assurance has roused my drooping efforts. I will dip my thirsty lips of faith, and drink deep from Thy well of bliss.