I’m dealing with exhaustion and blurred vision due to my eyes being dilated today for an opthalmology consult so I’m just going to give you the poem that I’m reading for my devotion next week at Ladies’ Night Out. It’s a 19th century work by Sidney Lanier, a former Confederate soldier and fellow at Johns Hopkins University specializing in English lit.<\/p>\n
I chose this one because I sang a setting of it during Lent 14 years ago. I found the arrangement<\/a> but no audio file. Sorry!<\/p>\n Into the woods my Master went, Out of the woods my Master went, (HT: Poem Hunter<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m dealing with exhaustion and blurred vision due to my eyes being dilated today for an opthalmology consult so I’m just going to give you the poem that I’m reading for my devotion next week at Ladies’ Night Out. It’s … Continue reading
\nClean forspent, forspent.
\nInto the woods my Master came,
\nForspent with love and shame.
\nBut the olives they were not blind to Him,
\nThe little gray leaves were kind to Him:
\nThe thorn-tree had a mind to Him
\nWhen into the woods He came.<\/p>\n
\nAnd He was well content.
\nOut of the woods my Master came,
\nContent with death and shame.
\nWhen Death and Shame would woo Him last,
\nFrom under the trees they drew Him last:
\n‘Twas on a tree they slew Him — last
\nWhen out of the woods He came.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n