George Herbert

This makes me think… how Jesus’ love overwhelms my trepidations (a poem)

Love  by George Herbert (1593-1633) Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,      Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack      From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,      If I lacked anything. ‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here’:…

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