Turn Back to Where You Left Him
Turn back to where you left Him.
And you will find Him there.
He is waiting by the bedside,
Where you used to kneel in prayer.
He is standing in the church,
By that long-abandoned pew.
He stands by your forsaken swath,
Were laborers are few.
You are older, sorer – broken.
You are tired of self – tis true.
But return to where you left Him;
He is waiting there for you.
- Raymond C. Hoag