The Hound of Heaven

I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat—and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.’

Francis Thompson

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Hear it read by Richard Burton here.

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Let It Be Me

There comes a time, a time in everyones life
Where nothin’ seems to go your way
Where nothing seems to turn out right
There may come a time, you just can’t seem to find your place
For every door you open, seems like you get two slammed in your face
That’s when you need someone, someone that you can call.
And when all your faith is gone
Feels like you can’t go on
Let it be me

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