So many a tear have I dried, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

So many a tear have I dried

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

So many a tear have I dried,

They would have filled,

Seven whole seas,

If only I had cried.

Weight of all the anchors,

Is on me just tied

And I carry my burden

As situations doth try.

Let this burden be the last one

Oh my soul doth cry

Yet He my strength doth try

As men by and by I try

Let this furnace be the last one

Oh my soul doth cry

Yet He my metal refines

As men by and by I try

Refiner of gold I pray thee

Refine, refine, refine,

Not in accordance to my will

But as you wish define