I’m currently reading a book that my father bought me as a baptism gift. The book is divided into 40 short chapters, each by a different author but all related to Jesus. I’m reading one chapter each day, and it has been interesting to discover Christian writers who I previously knew little or nothing about.
Today’s chapter features two poems by the British writer Marianne Farningham. I was interested to learn (from her Wikipedia page) that she was a Baptist, which is a coincidence as I was recently baptised in a Baptist church. She is from Kent and was born in 1834.
I hope you enjoy these two poems by Marianne. If you know of any other Christian poems that you really like feel free to leave a comment below.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
Now, as in thy voice of thunder
Thou didst cleave the chaos asunder,
Yet once more perform the wonder –
Mightiest, give us light.
Now as comforts are declining,
In the darkness we are pining
For the radiance of thy shining –
Father, give us light.
We our weary way are pressing
Over hills and steeps distressing;
Pray we for one precious blessing –
Master, give us light.
We are thy displeasure winning,
We are ignorant and sinning,
For a better life’s beginning –
Holiest, give us light.
Grasping in the darkness, yearning
For a high and quick discerning
Of the truths we should be learning –
Spirit, give us light.
In our thirst and hunger, needing
Pastures where thy lambs are feeding,
Listen to our earnest pleading –
Jesus, give us light.
Near to thee we would be hiding,
In the night of love’s providing,
To thy cross our worn feet guiding –
Saviour, give us light.
LEARN OF ME
We would be children, Saviour, ever sitting at thy feet,
And learning of thy gracious lips the lessons that are meet,
And we would hush our trivial words, to hear what thou wilt say,
For, oh, we need thy holy love to help us every day.
Thou wert the ever patient one. We frown and fume and fret,
Beneath the ire and scorn of men we’re ne’er contented yet.
We know not how to trust and wait, dear Saviour teach us how,
Breathe on us patience for our life, as near to thee we bow.
Thou wert the never-sinning one. We sin in word and thought,
Our every act is tainted, every deed with darkness fraught.
O Jesus, teach us how to live, that in the midst of sin
We may yet grow akin to thee, thy smile of love may win.
Thou wert the ever loving one. We only love in part,
For anger and impatience dwell in our divided heart;
And we are full of thoughts for self. A Saviour wilt thou be,
And Teacher till we shall have gained resemblance unto thee.
‘Learn of me,’ So we would, O Christ, but weak and tired we grow;
O teach us day by day to live within this world of woe;
And bring us in thine own good time to the better school above,
That we may sing the glad new song of all thy patient love.