“In Thy Storehouse”, a Poem

There are riches in Thy storehouse,
But, my Lord, we are so poor.
There is power in Thy storehouse,
But the cripple clothes our door.
There is wisdom in Thy storehouse,
But in ignorance we grope.
There’s revival in Thy storehouse,
But we’ve millions without hope.

There is freedom in Thy storehouse,
But Thy people are so bound.
There is glory in thy storehouse,
But it does not shine around.
There is love within Thy storehouse,
But Thy people are so dry.
There’s compassion in Thy storehouse
Then my Savior, why, oh why
Are Thy people stony hearted
And our eyes so desert dry?

Leonard Ravenhill

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