I love to think upon Thy human need, Thy baby fingers groping for the breast, Thy white limbs on Thy mother's knee astrid, Thy soft head croodling down into its nest. I love to think upon those hidden years, When just a boy Thou wast, with other boys, -- Sharing their hopes, their ventures, and their fears, And jubilant with them in all their joys. I love to think on Thy humanity, Seeking God's Way, with ever-opening eyes, Through the thronged courts of earthly vanity, To that last crowning grace of sacrifice. I love to think upon Thy dust-stained feet, That ached and hardened with the stony road, And craved relief from parch of noonday heat In each cool stream that by the wayside flowed. I love to think upon Thy needfulness, That made the sinner's kiss upon Thy feet Balm for old Simon's lack of heedfulness, And to Thy want a joy most exquisite. I love to think upon Thy human-ness That welcomed sundown and the close of day, Which left Thee free, for just a little space, To climb the hill, and sit, and think, and pray. I love Thy craving for sweet loneliness, When the strain grew past human strength to bear, I love Thy gracious calm amid the stress, Yea -- and the anguish of Thy last despair. Though Thou was God, yet truly wast Thou man, -- Man like myself, since Thou life's round hast trod; So, by Thy human sufferings, I can Claim Thee as Brother yet acclaim Thee God. Forget, Thou canst not. -- God Thou art and man. Thou too hast borne the yoke and kissed the rod. By that, O Kinsman, to the full I can Feel Thee my Brother, Father, Mother, -- God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS AUTUMN; WRITTEN IN THE GROUNDS OF MARTIN COLE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON TURNED OUT FOR RENT by M. L. S. BURKE BLASTING ROCKS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY FORTUNES by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |