Lord, once I prayed that you would rend the heavens,
That with your coming all might be dissolve,
That I might see your glory face to face
And that last day of testing, trial and fire.
But now that I have seen my dismal state—
How wretched, Oh! how miserable I,
To such a squalid, dreary mess have made—
I pray no longer for your quick return,
Knowing how little of my work would stand
Amid the fire kindled for that day,
But only for your deathless mercy’s help
That I might one day soon regain the height
From which I wretchedly have plummeted,
To there in readiness await the coming end.
This is quite recent; I wrote it early this week, late one night, after it started going through my head enough to keep me awake. In the first lines, I may be referring in part to a poem I wrote several years ago, “How long, O Lord, will you remain aloof?”.
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