Saturday, April 16, 2011


Lord, I have laid my heart upon Thy altar,
But I cannot get the wood to burn;
It is hardly flames ere it begins to falter,
And to the dark return.

Old sap, or night-fallen dew, has dampened the fuel;
In vain my breath would flame provoke.
Yet see! at every poor attempt's renewal,
To Thee ascends the smoke.

'Tis all I have -- smoke, failure, foiled endeavor,
Coldness and doubt and palsied lack;
Such as I have I send Thee, perfect Giver --
Send Thou Thy lightening back!

Poem by George MacDonald
Illustration by Vincent van Gogh

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