EMILY MONDAY 497 He strained my faith —Did he find it supple?Shook my strong trust —Did it then — yield? Hurled my belief —But — did he shatter — it?Racked — with suspense —Not a nerve failed! Wrung me — with Anguish —But I never doubted him —‘Tho’ for what wrongHe did never say — Stabbed — while I suedHis sweet forgiveness —Jesus — it’s your little “John”!Don’t you know — me? Read more