O Fountain of love, flood the lowlands of our love for home and family with Thy omnipresent love. O Mighty Source of all our rivers of desire, teach us not to cut ourselves off from Thee, hunting on dry sands of sense‐satisfaction.
Love is our souls’ birthright! We demand, now, that all the rivers of our cravings be redirected through valleys of humility, eager self-sacrifice, and concern for others until, reinforced by Thy torrential blessings, they merge in the ocean of all fulfillment in Thee.
Bless us, that the rivulets of our sympathy, affection, and love lose not themselves in the sands of dreary selfishness.
Let the little, lonely, separately‐moving streamlets of our love, which come from Thee, merge at last in the vastness of Thy perfect Love.
