Faith
I HAVE leaned on God
And have been comforted by Him:
My fears have been allayed ;
My terror of Death has been forgotten ;
My frightened heart
Has ceased its knocking ;
And my pulse has steadied,
And my resolution cleared and steeled.
I have placed my life in His hands
To take or leave,
To break or fracture—
As a lover gives her all,
Her body and her soul,
Unto the man she loves,
So I have given my all to God,
Surrendered to His Will
In absolute submission:
And in the hour of battle I am unafraid,
And I can put my finger to my nose at Death,
For I am not my own, but God’s.
If He should will it,
He will put a bullet thro’ my head ;
Or tear my limbs asunder with a shell;
Or glean my entrails out;
Or make me foam and choke with gas:
And 'twill be well.
But, if He will it,
He will turn the bullets in their flight;
Will make a stoppage in a gun ;
Or make a gunner’s hand to tremble,
That his aim be false—
And winds of bullets will cool my cheeks,
And shrapnel fall like blossoms on my head!
