Saturday, February 5, 2011

Flowers for a Crown



I said, “Let me walk in the field;”
God said, “No, walk in the town;”
I said, “There are no flowers there;”
He said, “No flowers, but a crown.”

I said, “But the sky is black,
There is nothing but noise and din;”
But He wept as He sent me back,
“There is more”, He said, “there is sin.”

I said, “But the air is thick,
And smog is veiling the sun;”
He answered, “Yet souls are sick,
And your work is yet undone.”

I said, “I will miss the light,
And friends will miss me, they say;”
He answered me, “Choose tonight,
If I am to miss you or they.”

I pleaded for time to be given;
He said, “Is it hard to decide?
It will not seem hard in heaven
To have followed the steps of your Guide.”

I cast one look at the field,
Then set my face to the town;
He said, “My child, do you yield?
Will you trade the flowers for the crown?”

Then into His hand went mine,
And into my heart came He;
And I walk in a light Divine,
The path I had feared to see.

I left the field of flowers,
For the city filled with sorrows.
I set my face toward the cross;
Hope of eternity quiets my loss.

My joy, cry I, is to do Thy will;
To be a life poured out, emptying still.
Your will, though hard, is my delight;
Worth priceless more than flowers bright.

That which I forsake, for sake of Thee,
Thou promises abundance in eternity.
Thus I will serve You with all that I am;
Looking up to heaven, my true home land.

George MacDonald

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