Our feet have wandered from thy path, Thou lowly Christ of Galilee, Sweet prophet of the helping hand, Meek Lord of love and sympathy. Thy faith was but to walk with God With humble heart and open mind, But we have builded shrines of stone In which to worship—spirit-blind! We lift our heads in loveless prayers, We glory in our well-wrought creed, Though righteousness alone avails, Though mercy is the only need. Break down, O Christ, our heartless faiths, And give to us that spirit fine Which feels in thee a Comrade strong, In every soul a friend of thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE STANZAS SELECTED FROM THE PAINS OR MEMORY; A FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON YESTERDAY by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 4. INTRODUCTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER RONDEL by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE IN A LETTER TO C.P. ESQ., ILL WITH RHEUMATISM by WILLIAM COWPER |