Dear Jesus, when I realize What Thou hast given me, I bow my head in shame to think What I return to Thee. In days of old Thy followers Oft suffered agony, While I in comfort and in peace But serve half-heartedly. Give me appreciation, Lord, My spirit sight to see The debt I owe, that I may serve Henceforth more faithfully. May I accept Thy yoke, dear Lord, And wear it cheerfully, Take up my Cross, smile through my tears, And climb my Calvary. The harvest fields are white today, The harvesters are few, Thy faithful steward, may I serve And to Thy tasks be true. For soon the morning light will break, Earth shadows flee away, 'Tis service here that doth prepare My soul for that great day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON A VOLUME OF ANONYNOUS POEMS ENTITLED A MASQUE OF POETS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THREE FLOWERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A STREET SKETCH by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |