The world, I thought, belonged to me —

Goods, gold and people, land and sea —

Where’er I walked beneath God’s sky

In those old days my word was “I.”


Years passed; there flashed my pathway near

The fragment of a vision dear;

My former word no more sufficed,

And what I said was — “I and Christ.”


But, O, the more I looked on Him,

His glory grew, while mine grew dim,

I shrank so small, He towered so high,

All I dared say was — “Christ and I.”


Years more the vision held its place

And looked me steadily in the face;

I speak now in humbler tone,

And what I say is — “Christ alone.”

–Unknown (quoted in Streams in the Desert, vol. II, May 20)