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 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’re his eathly sphere;
And let his face have character,
A ruggedness of soul,
And let his whole life show,
Dear God,
A singleness of goal;
That when he comes,
(as he will come),
With quiet eyes aglow,
I’ll understand that he’s the man,
I prayed for long ago.
–written by Ruth Graham in 1939 (at age 13)