The persona reflects on the time when he became christian. The thought had come when there seemed to be general pain, even among non humans. The pains of Jesus and the love of Jesus win him over.
AN IDLE THOUGHT OF GOD …
When the rains were beating, an idle thought of God into my mind
Did wander; behold my life is all behind
The air was bitter, as fully bitter as guava leaves.
The skies were black, the timorous birds flocked
Together plucking courage that unity gives.
Desperate mother hen
Cackled for her chicks washed
In the swelling torrents, optimism was all lost,
Hope brutally crushed
Then, an idle thought of
God into my mind did wander:
The thorny crown I beheld on his tortured kingly head
The strips on his horror-inspiring back,
The bitter cold after the last bread
(Oh you pity sighs!)
The heavy cross, the gasps for breath, the first,
Second, and third rest
The cockcrows, the wailing women,
Numbed to the breast
The washing of Pilate’s hands the
Ensuing pity sighs!
The faucet of blood gushing from his painful side
Then, my heart throbbed for the king and
He whispered thus when I did abide:
Through eating the bread of adversity,
Through drinking the cup of misery
Darling, I went for you.
It’s true; it’s true, to Calvary
An idle thought of
God into my mind did wander
My erstwhile earthly life is far behind,
And behold, I live far yonder!
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