A Prayer In Its Simplest Definition Is

Let Us Give Thanks To God Upon Thanksgiving Day. Nature Is Beautiful And Fellowmen Are Dear, And Duty Is Close Beside Us, And God Is Over Us And In Us. We Want To Trust Him With A Fuller Trust, And So At Last To Come To That High Life Where We Shall "be Careful For Nothing, But In Everything, By Prayer And Supplication, With Thanksgiving, Let Our Request Be Made Known Unto God"; For That, And That Alone, Is Peace.

It Is Almost As Presumptuous To Think You Can Do Nothing As To Think You Can Do Everything.

There Is No Life So Humble That, If It Be True And Genuinely Human And Obedient To God, It May Not Hope To Shed Some Of His Light. There Is No Life So Meager That The Greatest And Wisest Of Us Can Afford To Despise It. We Cannot Know At What Moment It May Flash Forth With The Life Of God.

Wherever, In Any World, A Soul, By Free-willed Obedience, Catches The Fire Of God's Likeness, It Is Set Into The Growing Walls, A Living Stone.

Joy In One's Work Is The Consummate Tool.