by Bert Hinckley
Quite a bit of me is not
Worth keeping, Lord, and You could blot
Whole sections out and and I be none the worse
Scrap them without diminishing Your universe
One jot.
Aid me to nurture what You can approve
And help it grow and smother all the weeds
That You find hateful, and I cannot love,
So that the whole plot will improve
From Virtue’s seeds.
