He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name. He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came. At first I said, "I will not bear His cross upon my back -- He only seeks to place it there Because my skin is black." But He was dying for a dream, And He was very meek; And in His eyes there shone a gleam Men journey far to seek. It was Himself my pity bought; I did for Christ alone What all of Rome could not have wrought With bruise of lash or stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH PSALM 39. DIXI CUSTODIAM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TRYST OF THE NIGHT by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON AN HYMENAL SONG, ON THE NUPTIALS OF ANNE WENTWORTH AND LORD LOVELACE by THOMAS CAREW |