Poem

[the particular baptist]

For those here who love a well thought out, well written poem. Enjoy.

I went to Jesus with a prayer Upon a suppliant’s knee;
Low at His cross I laid me down, Nor asked His face to see,
Yet whispered in His ear the tale No mortal ear could bear:
The story of a faithless heart, And of its self-despair.

I told Him how my feet had slipped, How often gone astray;
How oft my heart refused to love, My lips refused to pray.
In stammering words that none but He Hearing could understand,
I made complaint of careless work Done by a careless hand.


Of wasted hours, of idle words, Of love oft waxing dim,
Of silence when a warmer heart Had testified of Him.
I owned my weak and selfish ways; How often all day long,
Moanings and sighs had filled His ears To whom I owed a song.

And what said He? What whispered words Responded unto mine?
Did He reproach me? Did His love On me refuse to shine?
Nay, thus He spoke, and bent Him low To reach my anxious ear,
My child, thou doest well to lie As thou art lying here ;

I knew thy human weakness, knew Each lurking bosom sin,
Knew it, and yet in loving grace Thy heart I stooped to win.
I knew that thou wouldst often fall, Poor work for Me wouldst do,
Wouldst give Me only half thy love, Give praises faint and few.

And yet I choose thee. Be content And since thou canst not fly
To heights by dearer souls attained, Let it suffice to lie
Here at My feet; it is the place To which My loved ones flee;

They find it sweet, and so shalt thou; ‘Tis a safe place for thee.
Yes, it is sweet, and it is safe! And here will I abide;
Sinful, and yet forgiven, sad, And yet so satisfied.



~Elizabeth Prentiss~

Saw it on the online bulletin of Shoalhaven Gospel Church, a grace baptist church, Australia.

 

[Scottish Knight]

I really liked that poem . Thanks for posting it!