Take my life and let it be consecrated Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days, let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands and let them move at the impulse of thy love.
Take my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my voice and let me sing always, only for my king.
Take my lips and let them be filled with messages from thee.
Take my silver and my gold not a might would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use every power as you choose.
Here am I, all of me.
Take my life, it's all for thee.
Take my will and make it Thine it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart it is thine own; it shall be thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord I pour at your feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be ever, only all for thee,
Take myself and I will be ever, only all for thee.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Day 1
I cry, sob, heave.
I don't know this place, I say.
It knows you though, He says.
And then the cries don't hurt anymore, they don't subside, they linger like a kiss.
The cries turn into such immense notes of praise, of love, of utter and complete dependence.
I was always Here. Never far. I know you.
So I crave loneliness, yearn for emptiness, grasp intensely for the feeling of thirst, destitution, poverty.
Because it is in its filling that joy is birthed. It is in its divine satisfaction that worlds are changed, cities renewed, families healed, lives saved.
Because everything else is futile. The text messages, tv shows, musings of relationships, balanced check books, textbooks, nothing else can fill That place.
I love You so much it burns. It burns away any remnant of hope in anything else but Our relationship. I am so desperate I can't breathe without you. I really am nothing without You. And not in a self-deprecating way. But in a way that recognizes how limitless You are and how finite I am without You. In a way that understands that impossibilities only occur through faith.
And not churched faith. Not faith that can be intellectualized. Faith that is squeezed like pus from a wound. From loss, sacrifice, accomplishments, success, pain. Faith that oozes, carries with it every doubt and sin. That in its rawest form is filthy and so human, so totally aware of its illogical nature and yet is infused with power, light...
Grace.
And so I sit on my red couch so totally alone.
That is all I ever wanted, He says.
For me to be alone? I say
No, He says
For Us to be together.
I don't know this place, I say.
It knows you though, He says.
And then the cries don't hurt anymore, they don't subside, they linger like a kiss.
The cries turn into such immense notes of praise, of love, of utter and complete dependence.
I was always Here. Never far. I know you.
So I crave loneliness, yearn for emptiness, grasp intensely for the feeling of thirst, destitution, poverty.
Because it is in its filling that joy is birthed. It is in its divine satisfaction that worlds are changed, cities renewed, families healed, lives saved.
Because everything else is futile. The text messages, tv shows, musings of relationships, balanced check books, textbooks, nothing else can fill That place.
I love You so much it burns. It burns away any remnant of hope in anything else but Our relationship. I am so desperate I can't breathe without you. I really am nothing without You. And not in a self-deprecating way. But in a way that recognizes how limitless You are and how finite I am without You. In a way that understands that impossibilities only occur through faith.
And not churched faith. Not faith that can be intellectualized. Faith that is squeezed like pus from a wound. From loss, sacrifice, accomplishments, success, pain. Faith that oozes, carries with it every doubt and sin. That in its rawest form is filthy and so human, so totally aware of its illogical nature and yet is infused with power, light...
Grace.
And so I sit on my red couch so totally alone.
That is all I ever wanted, He says.
For me to be alone? I say
No, He says
For Us to be together.
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