The Poor Live In Mud.
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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With exultant lips
I call your holy name.
Lifting up my hands
I pray for the poor.
The poor are living in mud.
Help me to help them.
Give me a giving heart
and a smiling, consoling face.
In my search to find meaning
for life and all my activities,
I come to you for the gift of
dedication and perseverance.
(Graphic: Gaynor Newman saved to ChildrenPinterest)
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