The Journey with Jesus: Robert Louis Stevenson, The Celestial Surgeon

The requested page can't be found.

An error has occurred while processing your request.

You may not be able to visit this page because of:

an out-of-date bookmark/favourite
a mistyped address
a search engine that has an out-of-date listing for this site
you have no access to this page

Go to the Home Page

Home Page

If difficulties persist, please contact the website administrator and report the error below.

404 Page not found

The requested page can't be found.

An error has occurred while processing your request.

You may not be able to visit this page because of:

an out-of-date bookmark/favourite
a mistyped address
a search engine that has an out-of-date listing for this site
you have no access to this page

Go to the Home Page

Home Page

If difficulties persist, please contact the website administrator and report the error below.

404 Page not found

The requested page can't be found.

An error has occurred while processing your request.

You may not be able to visit this page because of:

an out-of-date bookmark/favourite
a mistyped address
a search engine that has an out-of-date listing for this site
you have no access to this page

Go to the Home Page

Home Page

If difficulties persist, please contact the website administrator and report the error below.

404 Page not found

The Journey with Jesus: Poems and Prayers

Selected by Dan Clendenin

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

The Celestial Surgeon

If I have faltered more or less

In my great task of happiness;

If I have moved among my race

And shone no glorious morning face;

If beams from happy human eyes

Have moved me not; if morning skies,

Books, and my food, and summer rain,

Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:

Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take

And stab my spirit broad awake.

Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, the only child of an intensely religious family. When he was seventeen he entered the University of Edinburgh, ostensibly to study engineering like his father, but even as a young student Stevenson knew he was destined to be a writer. Although he is best remembered for his novel Treasure Island, he was a prolific writer. When he died of a stroke in his house on Samoa at the age of forty-four, his collected works would eventually run to some thirty volumes.