Classic Poem

God, I am broken, broken,
I have nothing left but my tears.
These are the wealth I have gathered
Through my tempestuous years.

I have trusted Life,
I have leaned on Love,
I have gone from hope to hope, in vain,
From Love I have known the chill of death,
From Life I have won the prize of pain,
And hope is not.

God, give me courage, send me again my pride,
Put forth Thy mighty Hand
And leave me on a bare hill-side,
Let me know the hail and the rain-storm
And the stress of warring wind,
Let me bathe my soul in silence
And forget that I have sinned.