A Poem

I read this a couple weeks ago and really liked it!

      Love is the judge what comfort this

O shrinking heart to thee.

Though art dear workmanship of His

And perfect though must be.

He knows each lesson thou must learn,

How long to let the fire burn.

He does not judge by outward sign,

By failure not by sin.

Each secret heart response of thine

Each weak attempt to win;

He weighs it all, nor doth forget

The least temptation thou has met.

He knows thy blemishes and how

To purge away the dross,

Not overlong will He allow

The anguish of thy cross.

Love is the Judge and He doth see

The surest way to perfect thee.

Thou can’st not perfect if thou wilt

But turn thee to the light.

Love bleeds with thee in all thy guilt

And waits to set thee right.

Love means to serve sin’s outcast lost,

And cares not at what awful cost.

  Hannah Hurnard