because Life could not stop for me
i slowly ran behind
hoping at our journey’s end
His reasons there to find
—
He quickly ran, He took no rest
yet i could scarcely breathe
all this aimless haste had made
my inner spirits seethe
—
we passed the schools where children left
their lessons done at noon
we passed the mounds of soiled snow
we passed the rising moon
—
we stopp’d before a cross of wood
and there He bade me wait
then beckon’d me to follow Him
through narrow wicket gates
—
since then has been but days, but each
seem’d longer than the years
since i had learned to live by grace
and render up my fears
