HE has buried my burden of failures so deep they will rise again never, They rest in oblivion's ocean, the sea of forgotten forever, He has captured the gates of my being, transformed the old idols of living; To Him will I raise the voice of my praise — Oh, well does He merit thanksgiving! He came unto me in the night-time, when I prayed that the sun of to-morrow Would still remain sunk in the darkness, the cloak of my sinning and sorrow, He came to me out of the starlight, when my soul was too wretched for sleeping, And hearing my moan He made me His own, and now I am safe in His keeping. So swift was His word of redemption, my soul is still trembling in wonder; His love is the sum of all lovings, no evil can put us asunder; He has made me a child of His own, I am one with the host of Forgiven; And here upon earth, though meagre my worth, I am tasting the joys of His heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TITA'S TEARS; A FANTASY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GOD AND HIS MARTYRS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK |