Author Lizette Woodworth Reese If hungry, Lord, I need but bread; If I be faint, a cooling cup;Naught, if I weary, save a bed; If halt, a staff to hold me up;If needy, fields to till:Yet, Lord, I wait Thy will. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments