Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Altar within the Heart

I

HAVE reared an altar firmly within my heart:

A sacred place where I can go apart

And meet my Lord. At every day’s bright start

I come to him and find him waiting there.

Perhaps I come bowed down beneath some care,

Or burdened with a grief too great to bear,

And lo, he lifts that burden, shares that grief—

I know a sudden swift and sure relief,

And am strengthened for my day beyond belief.

It may be that I come at set of sun

Glad to know my work has been well done,

Or with some spiritual victory I have won;

And lo, a love, wide as the sea is wide,

Awaits for me there at my altar’s side,

Where my Lord abides, and ever will abide.

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