Whirring wheels that grind beneath me, Rails that stretch from sea to sea, Speeding trains that swiftly bear me To waiting pain and misery. Prayers I breathe to my Creator, Father, Son, and Spirit, Three, With Thy hand restore, uphold me, All I am I yield to Thee. Strong my spirit still within me, Loved ones share my grief with me. Loving kindness, tender mercy, All I have Thou gavest me. As the world falls from beneath me, Clouds engulf and mists enfold, Reaching out 'midst phantom shadows, Slipping fingers loose their hold. In the valleys where I wander, On the mountains where I stray, Angels Thou dost send to guide me, Black the night or bright the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |