“Sensitiveness” A Poem By Blessed John Henry Newman


Time was, I shrank from what was right,
From fear of what was wrong;
I would not brave the sacred fight,
Because the foe was strong.

But now I cast that finer sense
And sorer shame aside;
Such dread of sin was indolence,
Such aim at heaven was pride.

So, when my Saviour calls, I rise,
And calmly do my best;
Leaving to Him, with silent eyes
Of hope and fear, the rest.

I step, I mount where He has led;
Men count my haltings o’er;—
I know them; yet, though self I dread,
I love his precept more.

—Blessed John Henry Newman

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424965880525462194 Dave

    Frank, Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819831282677092730 Frank


  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334203937303147489 ThereseRita

    This made me cry.