Let wind and Spirit break me

28 Apr 2022 | Christ-likeness | 0 comments

I sought to stand for God

Tall, straight and proud,

An oak of righteousness

Head in a cloud.


The spirit winds that blew

Stripped all my leaf,

Broke heavy branches off,

Trunk split in grief.


The gentle morning sun

Shone down on me,

My helplessness complete,

A useless tree.


But in my place I saw

My acorn child,

New life from out of old

Because I died.


Let wind and Spirit break

That which is me,

That in its place You grow

For men to see.


Mary Carpenter (1807-1877).

Notes from the Compiler


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