The Daily Interview Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEDFFGG HIEJCCKKCL MLNBOOBPPB CCQRSSIIBB TTNNIIIIUUJJCCNJJN UUBCCVVQVB W JJXXYYCC

Such a sensation Sunday's preacher madeA
Christian he cried what is your stock in tradeA
Alas Too often nil No time to prayB
No interview with Christ from day to dayB
A hurried prayer maybe just gabbled throughC
A random text for any one will doC
Then gently lovingly with look intenseD
He leaned towards usE
Is this common senseD
No person in his rightful mind will tryF
To run his business so lest by and byF
The thing collapses smirching his good nameG
And he insolvent face the world with shameG
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I heard it all and something inly saidH
That all was true The daily toil and pressI
Had crowded out my hopes of holinessE
Still my old self rose reasoningJ
How can youC
With strenuous work to doC
Real slogging work say how can you keep paceK
With leisured folks Why you could grow in graceK
If you had time the daily InterviewC
Was never meant for those who wash and bakeL
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But yet a small Voice whisperedM
For My sakeL
Keep tryst with MeN
There are so many minutes in a dayB
So spare Me tenO
It shall be proven thenO
Ten minutes set apart can well repayB
You shall accomplish moreP
If you will shut your doorP
For ten short minutes just to watch and prayB
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Lord if I doC
Set ten apart for YouC
I dared yes dared to reason thus with HimQ
The baker's sure to comeR
Or Jane will callS
To say some visitor is in the hallS
Or I shall smell the porridge burning yesI
And run to stop it in my hastinessI
There's not ten minutes Lord in all the dayB
I can be sure of peace in which to watch and prayB
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But all that nightT
With calm insistent mightT
That gentle Voice spake softly lovinglyN
Keep tryst with MeN
You have devised a dozen different waysI
Of getting easy meals on washing daysI
You spend much anxious thought on hopeless socksI
On moving ironmould from tiny frocksI
'Twas you who foundU
A way to make the sugar lumps go roundU
You who invented ways and means of makingJ
Nice spicy buns for tea hot from the bakingJ
When margarine was short and can not youC
Who made the time to join the butter queueC
Make time again for MeN
Yes will you not with all your daily strivingJ
Use woman's wit in scheming and con trivingJ
To keep that tryst with MeN
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Like ice long boundU
On powdered frosty groundU
My erring will all suddenly gave wayB
The kind soft wind of His sweet pleading blewC
And swiftly silently before I knewC
The warm love loosed and ranV
Life giving floods beganV
And so most lovingly I answered HimQ
Lord yes I will and canV
I will keep tryst with Thee Lord come what mayB
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ENVOYW
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It is a wondrous and surprising thingJ
How that ten minutes takes the piercing stingJ
From vexing circumstance and poison ous dartX
Hurled by the enemy straight at my heartX
So to the woman tempest tossed and triedY
By household cares and hosts of things besideY
With all my strength God bids me say to youC
Dear soul do try the daily InterviewC

Fay Inchfawn



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