Beckett: Poetry – No. 1465, Revelation

From God we set ourselves apart
     in the midst of longing doubt.
But lo, He knows every heart
     and really finds us out.

‘Tis pity in every case
     when we look into ourselves,
for in Christ we find His grace,
     crowded in us like bookshelves.

And so to all who try to hide
     from a God you think afar,
if in Christ you abide,
     God’s child you always are.

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