I CANNOT purge my thoughts from sin -- By day my thoughts, my dreams by night: O, wash me, and I shall be clean: O, let Thy daylight, streaming in, Turn darkness bright! I cannot bring my soul to Thee, To whom my soul would fain be brought: O come, O take my heart from me! Teach me to love: I fain would be Found, taken, taught. I cannot reach Thee, O great God, Nor serve, nor trust, nor pray to Thee: I faint, I bleed upon the road -- Bind Thou my wounds and staunch my blood, And rescue me! So shall I sing upon that road Made safe, along that journey sweet: Sing of my Lord who bears my load, Sing of my tired feet washed by God -- My hands and feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY |