LORD, if Thy word had been 'Worship Me not, For I than thou am holier: draw not near': We had besieged Thy Face with prayer and tear And manifold abasement in our lot, Our crooked ground, our thorned and thistled plot; Envious of flawless Angels in their sphere, Envious of brutes, and envious of the mere Unliving and undying unbegot. But now Thou hast said, 'Worship Me, and give Thy heart to Me, My child'; now therefore we Think twice before we stoop to worship Thee: We proffer half a heart while life is strong And strung with hope; so sweet it is to live! Wilt Thou not wait? Yea, Thou hast waited long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON |