SURRENDER
by Gertrude Hall
Then lead me, Friend. Here is my hand,
Not in dumb resignation lent,
Because thee one cannot withstand
In love, Lord, with complete consent.
Lead - and I, not as one born blind
Obeys in sheer necessity,
But one with muffled eyes designed,
Will blindly trust myself to thee.
Lead. - Though the road thou mak’st me tread
Bring sweat of anguish to my brow,
And on the flints my track be red,
I will not murmur - it is thou.
Lead. - If we come to the cliff’s crest,
And I hear deep below - oh, deep ! -
The torrent’s roar, and “Leap!” thou sayst,
I will not question - I will leap.
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