Christopher Dawson and the Formation of Christendom
Away from the world I retreat,
To contemplate in silence,
The greatest defeat,
Of my very own defiance.
Before His Almighty and golden throne,
I bow and bend my knee,
To the cold marble floor of stone,
Surrendering self in all humility.
With Scripture to sustain my soul,
And prayer to uplift my heart,
The time takes its toll,
His love piercing like a dart.
It will all end too soon for me,
But while it lasts His glory yet I may see.