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
