I think, right here and write now, it would be best to let someone else speak for me, till my own ideas are translated into type, and I don’t recklessly go making people mad.
If you read this, please don’t just skim it over:
Allured into a desert,
With God alone, apart,
There spirit meeteth spirit,
There speaketh heart to heart.
Far, far on that untrodden shore,
God’s secret place I find;
Alone I pass the golden door,
The dearest left behind.
There God and I-none other;
Oh far from men to be!*
Nay, midst the crowd and tumult,
Still Lord alone with Thee.
Still folded close upon Thy breast,
In field and mart and street,
Untroubled in that perfect rest,
That isolation sweet.
Oh God, thou art far other,
That men have dreamed or taught,
Unspoken in all language,
Unpictured in all thought.
Thou God art God- he only learns
What that great name must be,
Whose raptured heart within him burns,
Because he walks with Thee.
Stilled by that wondrous presence,
That tenderest embrace,
The years of longing over,
Do we behold Thy face.
We seek no more than Thou hast given,
With ask no vision fair,
The precious blood has opened heaven,
And we have found Thee there.
O weary souls, draw near to Him,
To you I can but bring,
One drop of that great ocean,
One blossom of that spring,
Sealed with His kiss, my lips are dumb
My soul in awe is still,
Let him that is athirst but come,
And freely drink his fill.
—Gerhard Tersteegen, 1697-1769
*Now I’m not at all advocating a “flight from humanity” at this point. But that’s not what this poem is speaking of here. It talks of abiding in God. God help us to be more like Christ, by remaining with Him. He commanded us to “abide in Him.” Sinner, none of us can do this apart from Christ. Not even the Christian, if He doesn’t come with the blood of Christ. Let us thank Him.
Good poem, by the way. (But I highly doubt I’m going to add “Gerhard” to my future kid’s name list.)