The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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The Prisoner of Love | ||
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May 31 TRUST
“Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him.”—Job xiii. 15.
If all the world were densely sown
With shadows dark and troubles deep,
And everywhere rose rocks unknown
Or bounds that bade the watchers weep;
A myriad bars, unopened out,
Would never breed a single doubt.
With shadows dark and troubles deep,
And everywhere rose rocks unknown
Or bounds that bade the watchers weep;
A myriad bars, unopened out,
Would never breed a single doubt.
If on my way like lions stood
The wrongs wherewith the earth is rife,
To show the Father was not good
Nor heeded once our little life;
No cloud would dim my heavenly sky,
Though even Creation were to fly.
The wrongs wherewith the earth is rife,
To show the Father was not good
Nor heeded once our little life;
No cloud would dim my heavenly sky,
Though even Creation were to fly.
If the ten thousand foes that frame
This mortal path on either side,
Denied or mocked the Holy Name
And built new Babels in their pride;
While reason trembled on its throne,
I would believe though left alone.
This mortal path on either side,
Denied or mocked the Holy Name
And built new Babels in their pride;
While reason trembled on its throne,
I would believe though left alone.
If fear or learning gave the lie
To what my love and conscience prove,
And if in darkness I should die,
Faith would endure that nought might move;
For death, whatever were the pain,
Would only be new birth and gain.
To what my love and conscience prove,
And if in darkness I should die,
Faith would endure that nought might move;
For death, whatever were the pain,
Would only be new birth and gain.
The Prisoner of Love | ||