I love this poem. It always makes me feel like I want to spend my whole life with God alone!

Before the Altar


In the twilight, as I kneel,
Heavenly thoughts around me steal;
In the silence, all alone
Save for Jesus on His throne
And the worries of the day
All dissolve and fade away.

At the Altar’s foot I lay
Every burden of the day,
With its trials and its tears -
Deeds repented, deeds undone,
From the rise to set of sun.

Enmity and bitter thought
Into kindly patience wrought;
Doubt, temptation, anguish, care,
Vacillation and despair,
To the Altar’s foot I bring
To the mercy of the King.

Even sorrow may grow sweet,
Meekly borne at Jesus’ Feet;
Stings of tribulation cease
In the shadow of His peace,
So my burden every day
At the Altar’s foot I lay.



Source: FFI’s Promaria (July-August 1998)

How I wish we could receive Him weekly....

What a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing it..