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A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
     My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
     Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
     No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
          O Jesus, quicken me!

My life is like a faded leaf,
     My harvest dwindled to a husk;
Truly my life is void and brief
     And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
     No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall,—the sap of Spring;
          O Jesus, rise in me!

My life is like a broken bowl,
     A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
     Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perished thing,
     Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him my King:
          O Jesus, drink of me!

Christian Poetry by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Public Domain