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.