The prison-house in which I live <br />Is falling to decay, <br />But God renews my spirit's strength, <br />Within these walls of clay. <br /> <br />For me a dimness slowly creeps <br />Around earth's fairest light, <br />But heaven grows clearer to my view, <br />And fairer to my sight. <br /> <br />It may be earth's sweet harmonies <br />Are duller to my ear, <br />But music from my Father's house <br />Begins to float more near. <br /> <br />Then let the pillars of my home <br />Crumble and fall away; <br />Lo, God's dear love within my soul <br />Renews it day by day.<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/renewal-of-strength/
