Oh, my God is in the whirlwind, I am walking in the valley; Lift me up, O Shining Father, To the glory of the heavens, I have seen a thousand troubles On the journey men call living, I have drunk a thousand goblets From misfortune's bitter winepress, But to Thee I cling forever, God of Jacob, God of Rachel. Oh, my soul is in the whirlwind, I am dying in the valley, Oh, my soul is in the whirlwind And my bones are in the valley; At her spinning wheel is Mary Spinning raiment of the lillies, On her knees is Martha honey Shining bright the golden pavement, All the ninety nine is waiting For my coming, for my coming. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OCTAVES: 12 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE |