A Prayer in Darkness
Written by: Chesterton, Gilbert K. Posted on: 02/22/2006
Category: Pro Life
This much, O heaven[INVALID]if I should brood or rave,
; Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
; Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,
; Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,
; In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,
The shining silence of the scorn of God.
Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,
; If I must travail in a night of wrath,
; Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,
Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.
Men say the sun was darkened: yet I had
; Thought it beat brightly, even on[INVALID]Calvary:
; And He that hung upon the Torturing Tree
Heard all the crickets singing, and was glad.
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