
The Humbling Grace
June 27, 1947
By Rousas John Rushdoony
So be it. Pass me by.
I have learned, yes, little,
But have learned from waiting
Some patience.
So be it. But not without a sly
And sidelong glance of envy
I do labor in my appointed place.
Weary bones bring better rest
Then proud and angry lusting.
So be it. This, my station,
So much surpassed in daily hoping,
Measured well, surpasses me.
Who, casting mighty shadows,
Lost the stature of the man.
And so Amen.
The humbling grace has benediction.
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