A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

I thought this was beautiful.

The Man I Prayed For

Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid

(as we're inclined to do)

I do not need a handsome man

but let him be like You;

I do not need one big and strong

nor yet so very tall,

Nor need he be some genius ,

or wealthy, Lord, at all;

But let his head be high, dear God

and let his eye be clear,

his shoulders straight, whate'er his state

whate'er his earthly sphere;

And let his face have character,

a ruggedness of soul,

and let his whole life show, dear God,

a singleness of goal:

then when he comes

(as he will come)

with quiet eyes aglow,

I'll understand that he's the man

I prayed for long ago.