O God, take the reins of my life! I have driven it blindly, to left and to right, In mock of the rock, in the chasm's despite, Where the brambles were rife, In the blaze of the sun and the deadliest black of the night. O God, take the reins of my life! For I am so weary and weak. My hands are a-quiver and so is my heart, And my eyes are too tired for the tear-drops to start, And the worn horses reek With the anguishing pull and the hot, heavy harness's smart, While I am all weary and weak. But Thou wilt be peace, wilt be power. Thy hand on the reins and Thine eye on the way Shall be wisdom to guide and controlling to stay, And my life, in that hour, Shall be led into leading, and rest when it comes to obey; For Thou wilt be peace and all power. Now, Lord, without tarrying, now! While eyes can look up and while reason remains, And my hand yet has strength to surrender the reins, Ere death stamp my brow And pour coldness and stillness through all the mad course of my veins -- Come, Lord, without tarrying, now! I yield Thee my place, which is Thine. Appoint me to lie on the chariot floor; Yea, appoint me to lie at Thy feet, and no more, While the glad axles shine, And the happy wheels run on their course to the heavenly door, -- Now Thou hast my place, which is Thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 4 by MARK AKENSIDE |