o jesus


jesus-christ

I have no wit, no words, no tears

My heart within me like a stone

Is numbed too much for hopes or fears

Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief

No everlasting hills I see

My life is in the falling leaf:

O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,

My harvest dwindled to a husk:

Truly my life is void and brief

And tedious in the barren dusk

My life is like a frozen thing,

No bud nor greenness can I see:

Yet rise it shall–the sap of Spring

O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,

A broken bowl that cannot hold

One drop of water for my soul

Or cordial in the searching cold

Cast in the fire the perish’d thing

Melt and remould it, till it be

A royal cup for Him, my King:

O Jesus, drink of me

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~Christiana Rosetti~

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