Poems (Rumell)/The price
THE PRICE
Oh! Thou soul bowed down, why dost thou grieve,
Or struggle, from what seems prison to be free?
God gave thee thy mind and will, so strong,
Thy path to choose. Didst thou choose wrong?
Or struggle, from what seems prison to be free?
God gave thee thy mind and will, so strong,
Thy path to choose. Didst thou choose wrong?
Dost truly know this path is not best for thee?
Wouldst thou thy wisdom match, with him of Galilee?
Dost thou rebell at that, which does thy duty seem?
Service, was the watchword of the lowly Nazerene!
Wouldst thou thy wisdom match, with him of Galilee?
Dost thou rebell at that, which does thy duty seem?
Service, was the watchword of the lowly Nazerene!
The heartaches and burdens, that doth thee now oppress,
In after years, locking back, may prove your happiness.
Hope defered, hard work, constant striving is the price
Each conguering soul must pay, for it's chosen Paradise!
In after years, locking back, may prove your happiness.
Hope defered, hard work, constant striving is the price
Each conguering soul must pay, for it's chosen Paradise!