George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

Judgement - Poem by George Herbert

Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brook
Thy dreadfull look,
Able a heart of iron to appall,
When thou shalt call
For ev'ry man's peculiar book?

What others mean to do, I know not well;
Yet I heare tell,
That some will turn thee to some leaves therein
So void of sinne,
That they in merit shall excell.

But I resolve, when thou shalt call for mine,
That to decline,
And thrust a Testament into thy hand:
Let that be scann'd.
There thou shalt finde my faults are thine.

Topic(s) of this poem: judgement

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  • Joshua Adeyemi (4/8/2017 1:12:00 PM)

    Makes me to think of the judgement day.......Lovely poem! By a Lovely poet! . I just love this poet because he always intoxicate me and also affirms to me their are still poets that stands for God.
    Love you! ! !
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

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