The world, I thought, belonged to me----
      Goods, gold and people, land and sea---
      Where'er I walked beneath God's sky
       In those old days my word was "I".
 
Years passed; there flashed my pathway near
        The fragment of a vision dear
        My former word no more sufficed,
         And what I said was - " I and Christ".
 
        But, O, the more I looked on HIM,
         HIS Glory grew, while mine grew dim,
         I shrank so small, HE towered so high,
         All I dared say - was "Christ and I".
 
          Years more the vision held its place
          And looked me steadily in the face,
          I speak now in humbler tone,
           And what i say is -
"Christ alone".
 
 
RG