I may not claim Entrance to Thy high feast, so sin-marred I; And yet, for all my shame, Some scattered crumbs I crave before I die. "Lo! at Thy door I knock, and I will be In Thine own house Thy guest, and sup with Thee." How shall I spread A table Thou canst condescend to share? How shall my coarse-made bread And tasteless wine for Thee prove fitting fare? "Lo! My own flesh and blood, to salve Thy need, I bring—and these are meat and drink indeed." No robe is mine Wherein I may, when once is set the board, Close at Thy side recline, With Thy fair splendor matched in due accord. "Lo! I bestow on Thee, for ample dress The glorious garment of My righteousness." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST |