Lord, Look Upon Me
Lord,
Why am I forced to turn from you?
If I am made to live among them, I become like them.
Did I choose this?
Lord,
I see the terrible suffering which must come to all.
It is not far off now.
It is not right that man should not know you.
It is not right that man forget you.
Shall I shed this self now, and be as your lowly prophet?
Shall I cast off this ignorant fear of self and prostrate myself before you,
and before them in the street, for all to see?
Shall I become as nothing then, a mere beggar in the street,
and be as an embarrassment to my wife, and a shame to all who know me?
I will, Lord, if that be your will.
For, I see, Lord, that all shall soon be like this in the coming days.
The day soon comes when man shall not have, nor shall his needs be met.
A great and horrible day is coming.
Men shall fall down before you,
and shall plead with all their hearts to you,
but they shall not see you,
until the bitter end.
