When, in the stillness of a summer eve,
Thrilled by sweet sadness of the setting sun,
I sit alone, and penitently grieve
O'er all that I have done, and left undone -
All the sad waste of bygone years recalling,
Good half-achieved, and evil undestroyed,
To Him, who can preserve my feet from falling,
I turn, and He is with me. Overjoyed,
My spirit yearns with longing to behold
His image, who, when tempted, never failed.
The past is pardoned, and His arms enfold
One who was faint, and left the heights unscaled.
Long shadows flit around me; no stars shine,
But all is light within me - He is mine!
May 25 1914 (i.e. when he was 20)
Frank Houghton (1894-1972); Houghton subsequently served as General Director of the China Inland Mission.
A Sail in the Firth of Forth towards Inchcolm Island
(Last September)
He was only 20 when he wrote this? Wow! It was such a touching poem, David, and I so enjoyed the photos, too. Blessings!
ReplyDelete20, that is quite young to write such a brilliant poem. It could be a psalm of David, ending on a glorious note!
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
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