Lost

Lord, I have lost my way, who was so sure - My lantern flickers to a piteous spark. I can not long endure This terror, and this dark! Father, my plumes are bowed; My arrogant sword is shattered, hilt and blade - am no longer proud, I am afraid! Wilt Thou forgive the pride, The foolish mockery I flung at Thee? And let me come, as children do, and hide My face against Thy knee?