*Pastor’s Note: A.B. Simpson was a very well respected Canadian preacher, theologian and author who lived from December 15, 1843 to October 29, 1919. My prayer is that you will be blessed and inspired by his poetry as much as I am.

BUT GOD

I have not wealth or noble birth,
I have not acres broad,
I have not wisdom, strength, or worth,
But I have God.

My life was once so stained with sin,
He cleansed me with His blood,
And now it is not I that live,
But in me—God.

Poor sorrowing heart, whose bleeding feet
The thorny path have trod,
Thou hast no light, nor hope, nor friend,
But thou hast God.

Poor sick one, sinking to the grave
Beneath affliction’s rod,
Thy ills no human hand can heal,
No hand but God.

Poor tempted heart, thy angry foes
Rage ’round thee like a flood;
Their hate is far too strong for thee,
But not for God.

Poor stricken one, thy loved ones lie
Beneath the grave’s cold sod,
Left in thy loneliness by all,
Yes, all but God.

Soon must thou pass, and pass alone
Death’s sullen, swollen flood,
All other friends are left behind,
All else but God.

Poor earth-bound soul, whose portion here
Is but an earthly clod.
Thy wealth is dross, thy soul is lost,
Without thy God.

From Songs of the Spirit: Poetry by A. B. Simpson. Public Domain