I would have gone; God bade me stay: <br />I would have worked; God bade me rest. <br />He broke my will from day to day, <br />He read my yearnings unexpressed <br />And said them nay. <br /> <br />Now I would stay; God bids me go: <br />Now I would rest; God bids me work. <br />He breaks my heart tossed to and fro, <br />My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk <br />And vex it so. <br /> <br />I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me; <br />Day after day I plod and moil: <br />But, Christ my God, when will it be <br />That I may let alone my toil <br />And rest with Thee?<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weary-in-well-doing/
