God of law, whose mighty form Rears the mountain, sways the storm, Bowed beneath Thy just decree, Whither shall I turn from Thee? I will turn, O Crucified, To the refuge of Thy side. From my sins that bleed and burn, To Thy bleeding cross I turn. I have tested human skill, Human love and human will, All devices of the brain, Reason, honor -- all are vain. From my self with all its woes, Shameful prey of shameful foes, Lo, I turn -- how eagerly! -- Christ, my better self, to Thee. Field and forest, sea and air, -- All the earth is very fair. Keen ambition's crafty art Binds the world upon my heart. But in Thee, O Christ! I find All ennoblings of the mind; Fount of all for which I yearn, Christ, O Christ, to Thee I turn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE |