STREETS I FEARED TO SEE

GEORGE MCDONALD

I said “let me walk in the field”
God said “No walk in the town”
I said “there are no flowers there”
He said “No flowers but a crown”
I said “but the sky is black
there is nothing but noise and din”
But He wept as He sent me back
“There is more” He said “there is sin”

I said “but the air is thick
and fog is clouding the sun”
He answered “yet souls are sick
and souls in the dark undone”
I said “but I shall miss the light
and friends will miss me they say”
He answered “choose tonite
if I am to miss you or they”
I pleaded for time to be given
He said “is it hard to decide
It will not seem hard in heaven
to have followed the steps of your guide”

I cast one look at the fields
then set my face to the town
He said “My child do you yield
Will you leave the flowers for a crown”
Then into His hand went mine
and into my heart came He
and I walk in a light divine
The streets I feared to see