He Strained my Faith, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

He Strained my Faith

497

He strained my faith—

Did he find it supple?

Shook my strong trust—

Did it then—yield?

Hurled my belief—

But—did he shatter—it?

Racked—with suspense—

Not a nerve failed!

Wrung me—with Anguish—

But I never doubted him—

‘Tho’ for what wrong

He did never say—

Stabbed—while I sued

His sweet forgiveness—

Jesus—it’s your little “John”!

Don’t you know—me?

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