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)
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