A Better Resurrection

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I have no wit, no words, no tears;
 My heart within me like a stone
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
 Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
 No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
 O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,
 My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
 And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
 No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall—the sap of Spring;
 O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,
 A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
 Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
 Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
 O Jesus, drink of me.

© Christina Georgina Rossetti