Religion
As Sifted Wheat
From The Path of Dreams (1916)
Religion
O sift me, Lord, and make me
Clean as sifted wheat;
My soul, an empty vessel, bring
To my Redeemer's feet.
However sinful I have been or be,
Thou knowest, Lord, that I love thee.
I am so closely hedged about,
Oh, Christ! as thou hast been;
My soul, hemmed in with flesh,
Is so in love with sin.
Sin stained am I, but sift me, Lord, complete,
And make me clean as sifted wheat.
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MLA
McClellan, George Marion. “As Sifted Wheat.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/mcclellan/26/.
Chicago
McClellan, George Marion. “As Sifted Wheat.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/mcclellan/26/.
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