LORD, when my heart was whole I kept it back And grudged to give it Thee. Now then that it is broken, must I lack Thy kind word 'Give it Me'? Silence would be but just, and Thou art just. Yet since I lie here shattered in the dust, With still an eye to lift to Thee, A broken heart to give, I think that Thou wilt bid me live, And answer 'Give it Me.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TRAVEL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |