Here you will find the Poem He strained my faith of poet Emily Dickinson
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield? Hurled my belief— But—did he shatter—it? Racked—with suspense— Not a nerve failed! Wrung me—with Anguish— But I never doubted him— 'Tho' for what wrong He did never say— Stabbed—while I sued His sweet forgiveness— Jesus—it's your little "John"! Don't you know—me?