DEAR LORD, @3there was a certain Creditor@1— Thou knowest who, and who His debtor was, And is, and ever so shall be, because He who hath much forgiven, yet o'er and o'er Goes on, and draws from out His boundless store Of mercy; blasts not, no, nor overawes With all the dreadful beauty of His laws; Saying only, @3Love Me, child, I ask no more.@1 Go on, O Lord, love Thine unworthy one, And give me will and power to love Thee; yet Forgive not that, but multiply the debt, Still owing, still to owe, and still to owe, Thou sweetest Creditor, on yet, and on, A sum whose total I shall never know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY AUNT FANNY; A LEGEND OF A SHIRT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SAVONAROLA BROWN, SELECTION by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |