LORD, who hast suffered all for me, My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for thee Help me with patience to endure. The storm of loud repining hush; I would in humble silence mourn; Why should the unburnt, though burning bush, Be angry as the crackling thorn? Man should not faint at thy rebuke, Like Joshua falling on his face, When the cursed thing that Achan took Brought Israel into just disgrace. Perhaps some golden wedge suppressed, Some secret sin offends my God; Perhaps that Babylonish vest, Self-righteousness, provokes the rod. Ah! were I buffeted all day, Mocked, crowned with thorns, and spit upon, I yet should have no right to say, My great distress is mine alone. Let me not angrily declare No pain was ever sharp like mine, Nor murmur at the cross I bear, But rather weep, remembering thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM IDYLLS OF THE KING: GARETH AND LYNETTE by ALFRED TENNYSON |