Today, I found this unexpected treasure of free verse, complete with meter, alliteration, assonance and exquisite imagery, lying buried in the sands of C.H. Spurgeon’s classic devotional, “Morning by Morning.” All I did was frame it. The Prince of Preachers, I am convinced, was a closeted modern poet. This is my outreach to poetry haters who love God.
Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten
in the ocean of His griefs;
but how high ought our love to rise!
Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus,
like the sea at the flood in spring tides,
cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares,
lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord’s feet,
and there let me lie, a poor broken shell,
washed up by His love, having no virtue or value;
and only venturing to whisper to Him
that if He will put his ear to me,
He will hear within my heart faint echoes
of the vast waves of His own love
which have brought me where it is my delight to lie,
even at His feet forever.