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"Pilgrim and Sojourner." - 1 Peter 2:11

 My Favorite Spiritual Poem

"Jesus I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee,
Naked, poor, depised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be,
Perish ev'ry fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heav'n are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks decieve me-
Thou are not like them, untrue;
Oh! While Thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes my hate, and friends disown me,
Show Thy face, and all is bright"
-H.F. Lyte

SI Moderator - Greg Gordon

 2003/9/25 17:44Profile

Joined: 2003/7/31
Posts: 2741
Phoenix, Arizona USA

 Re: My Favorite Spiritual Poem

I have two young boys, I like this one:

Last night my little boy confessed to me
Some childish wrong;
And kneeling at my knee,
He prayed with tears-
"Dear God, make me a man
Like Daddy-wise and strong;
I know you can."

Then while he slept
I knelt beside his bed,
Confessed my sins,
And prayed with low-bowed head.
"O God, make me a child
Like my child here-
Pure, guileless,
Truting Thee with faith sincere."

-Andrew Gillies

Ron Halverson

 2003/9/25 18:22Profile

Joined: 2003/7/18
Posts: 6566
Reading, UK

 Re: One of my favourite poems

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked anything.

A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?

Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.

George Herbert, The Temple, 1633

Ron Bailey

 2003/10/9 13:16Profile

Joined: 2003/6/22
Posts: 3318

 Re: My Favorite Spiritual Poem


Eternal Power, whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God:
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds:

Thee while the first archangel sings,
He hides his face behind his wings:
And ranks of shining thrones around
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.

Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too;
From sin and dust to Thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High.

Earth, from afar, hath heard Thy fame,
And worms have learn’d to lisp Thy Name;
But Oh! the glories of Thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

God is in heaven, and men below:
Be short our tunes; our words be few:
A solemn reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

ISAAC WATTS, 1674-1748

Lars Widerberg

 2003/10/9 14:14Profile

Joined: 2003/6/22
Posts: 3318

 Re: My Favorite Spiritual Poem

If a written prayer counts among poems, this is my absolute favourite:

Majesty unspeakable, my soul desires to behold Thee. I cry to Thee from the dust.
Yet when I inquire after Thy name it is secret. Thou art hidden in the light which no man can approach unto. What Thou art cannot be thought or uttered, for Thy glory is ineffable.
Still, prophet and psalmist, apostle and saint have encouraged me to believe that I may in some measure know Thee.
Therefore, I pray,
whatever of Thyself Thou hast been pleased to disclose, help me to search out as treasure more precious than rubies or the merchandise of fine gold:
for with Thee shall I live when the stars of the twilight are no more and the heavens have vanished away and only Thou remainest.

Lars Widerberg

 2003/10/9 14:29Profile

Joined: 2003/4/18
Posts: 777


O sacred head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns Thy only crown;

How art Thou pale with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
but Thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall my Savior!
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
look on me with Thy favor;
vouch-safe to me Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow
to thank Thee, dearest friend,
for this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to Thee!

~Bernard of Clairvaux~ (1091-1153)

Jeremy Hulsey

 2003/10/10 10:04Profile

Joined: 2003/10/3
Posts: 167


O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

George Matheson

Karsten Nordmo

 2003/10/23 21:57Profile

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