Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Poem of my father

6/5/48 "O Lord, against this bosom-blast of coiled and seething feelings, Batt’ring passions, ebbing yearnings, oozing ache of inner man, Raise Thou the flinty walls of stuff of which Thy Son was made- Yea, build in me the buttressed bastions of faith That shall resist the under-suck- ing flow of soulish tide, And make me to endure this late attack, I pray, In Jesus’ name."

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