No disciple am I, Lord, Doing battle for Thy word, Girt with truth as with a sword; Yet I follow Thee. I am struggling in the night; Nowhere is a point of light; Doubt hath hid Thy cross from sight; Yet I follow Thee. Who can say what lies before:— Gateways to a golden shore, Or but death for evermore? Yet I follow Thee. Hope is dead in my dead heart; Faith I had not from the start; From all creeds I stand apart; Yet I follow Thee. Be Thou God, or man, or aught Save a vision overwrought By men's yearnings, I know naught; Yet I follow Thee,— Follow Thee through pain and gloom, Though to lose Thee in the tomb. Yet to love Thee is my doom, And I follow Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |