November 04, 2013

I stood, a mendicant of God

(A mendicant is a beggar.)
I stood, a mendicant of God,
before His royal throne
and begged Him for one priceless gift,
which I could call my own.
I took the gift from out His hand,
but as I would depart
I cried, 'But Lord, this is a thorn
and it has pierced my heart.
This is a strange and hurtful gift
 which Thou hast given me.'
He said, 'My child, I give good gifts.
 I gave My best to thee.'
I took it home.
And though at first
the cruel thorn hurt sore,
as long years passed
I learned at last to love it
more and more.
I learned He never gives a thorn
without this added grace:
He takes the thorn
to pin aside the veil
which hides His face.

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