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A prayer in the face of the world's pain
"O God, our Father, our souls are made sick by the sight of hunger and want and nakedness; of little children bearing on their bent backs the burden of the world’s work; of motherhood drawn under the grinding wheels of modern industry; and of overburdened manhood, with empty hands, stumbling and falling. Help us to understand that it is not thy purpose to do away with life’s struggle, but that thou desirest us to make the conditions of that struggle just and its results fair.
Enable us to know that we may bring this to pass only through love and sympathy and understanding; only as we realize that all are alike thy children—the rich and the poor, the strong and the weak, the fortunate and the unfortunate. And so, our Father, give us an ever truer sense of human sisterhood; that with patience and steadfastness we may do our part in ending the injustice that is in the land, so that all may rejoice in the fruits of their toil and be glad in thy sunshine. Keep us in hope and courage even amid the vastness of the undertaking and the slowness of the progress, and sustain us with the knowledge that our times are in thy hand." Helen Ring Robinson prayed that.
