LIKE a child that is lost From its home in the night, I grope through the darkness And cry for the light; Yea, all that is in me Cries out for the day -- Come Jesus, my Master, Illumine my way! In the conflicts that pass 'Twixt my soul and my God, I walk as one walketh A fire-path, unshod; And in my despairing Sit dumb by the way -- Come Jesus, my Master, And heal me, I pray! I know the fierce flames Will not cease to uproll, Till thou rainest the dew Of thy love on my soul; And I know the dumb spirit Will never depart, Till thou comest and makest Thy house in my heart. My thoughts lie within me As waste as the sands; Oh make them be musical Strings in thy hands! My sins, red as scarlet, Wash white as a fleece -- Come Jesus, my Master, And give me thy peace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EACH AND [OR, IN] ALL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |