The Poems
The Soul’s Room
This poem is my attempt to put into words my conversion to the restored gospel of Jesus Christ.
The air was stale
With smoke and ale
And the dust of all that’s old.
A threadbare chair
Lay broken there
By the hearth so icy cold.
Trembling, I took
A golden book
And settled in the dust to read.
The warm words flowed,
New strength bestowed,
The spirit knew my bitter need.
The Saviour came,
He spoke my name
Cast heavenly light into the gloom.
Cleansed every part,
Restored my heart.
A Temple pure he made my room.