Crippled
Why hast Thou bound my feet,
Then bade me toil ceaselessly after Thee ?
How should a thing so broken, incomplete —
Ah, how should I, Lord ! plant these faltering feet
Where shifting sands of Earth so baffle me ?
Have I not set thy limits ? Who should know,
Better than I, what sloughs I lead thee through ?
Mine is the power to hinder — and make free :
Walk thou with me!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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