Emily Dickinson

He Strained My Faith

poem 497

He strained my faith Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust Did it then yield? Hurled my belief But did he shatter it? Racked with suspense Not a nerve failed! Wrung me with Anguish But I never doubted him ‘Tho’ for what wrong He did never say Stabbed while I sued His sweet forgiveness Jesus it’s your little John! Don’t you know me?

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