Sunday Poem ~ Lift Me O God

Lift me, O God, above myself –
Above my highest spheres
Above the thralling things of sense
To clearer atmospheres.

Lift me above the little things –
My poor sufficiencies,
My perverse will, my lack of zeal,
My inefficiences;

Above the earth-born need that gropes,
With foolish hankerings,
About earth’s cumbered lower slopes
For earthly garnerings.

Lift me, O God, above myself,
Above these lesser things,
Above my little gods of clay,
And all their capturings.

by John Oxenham

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