Our Ministering Spirits

What will my guardian angel say…Tonight
when I go to sleep...And he wings his
flight through the realms of space…
A tryst with my Father keep...Shall he
enter His presence with shining face…
And tell Him that I’ve been true...To Him
and His word and in every place, sought only
His will to do...Or must he go with a
heavy heart...And entering with head
bowed low...Tell Him his child had
wandered apart...From the way where
the faithful ones go?...O, grant me,
my Father, strength never to stray…
From the pathway where I can see…
The prints of my Saviour’s weary feet…
As they led Him to Calvary...Let me
never forget that for me Jesus died…
That for my sins he suffered such shame…
And keep me, Oh, keep me, close to His
dear side...To the honour and praise of Thy name.

Margaret H. Black
Poems of the Way