At the gates of my heart
I stand—a beggar
In the howling wind
Clad in rags of thought
Open my love, my King
Open the golden gate
Let Thy splendour stream forth
And flood with light
This shadow-world of sorrow
This face bereft of sight
These shadows of tomorrow
This dream
Mad dogs are at my throat
Shall I perish
A beggar at the gate
Of the King of Grace and Mercy
Is this to be my fate
This dream?
--Arthur Osborne
3 comments:
Mad dogs are at my throat
Shall I perish
A beggar at the gate
Of the King of Grace and Mercy
Is this to be my fate
This dream?
I can think of nothing more that the 'King of Grace and Mercy' would love more than for a lover of God to be begging at His door.
The 'begging' and knocking on the door (i.e. the wanting and the asking for) are the two greatest characteristics of a devotee of God! (In my opinion, that is!) :)
Nice one!
Thanks!
LOVE!
Bhakti,
So true..thanks!
Dan,
LOVE to you always!
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