Unto Myself

I discovered this lovely poem in one of my old notebooks I was looking through.

Fearing to launch on "full surrender's" tide,

I asked the Lord where would its waters glide

My little bark, "To troubled seas I dread?"

"Unto myself," He said.

 

Weeping beside an open grave I stood,

In bitterness of soul I cried to God:

"Where leads this path of sorrow that I tread?"

"Unto myself," He said.

 

Striving for souls, I loved the work too well;

Then disappointments came; I could not tell

The reason, till He said, "I am thine all;

Unto myself I call."

 

Watching my heroes--those I loved the best--

I saw them fail; they could not stand the test,

even by this the Lord, through tears not few,

Unto Himself me drew.

Unto Himself! No earthly tongue can tell

The bliss I find, since in His heart I dwell;

The things that charmed me once seem all as naught;

Unto Himself I'm brought.

~Author Unknown~