all for You

I hear the whisper, lay it down

– to count the cost and follow hard

I think about the sacrifice

not Yours, but mine, and raise my guard

sometimes it seems too much to give,

these treasures grasped with stubborn hands

trinkets though they may just be

I doubt Your right to make demands

I want to say, then promise me

– to make my will of highest aim

that hurt and loss won’t be my end

nor dreams abandoned for Your fame

I know You work all things for good

but, still, You promise troubles, too

my gaze that’s set on self and now

I struggle to lift up to You

for though I claim to know Your gift

is worth more than my very life

it’s what I see that drives my heart

and makes me shrink from any strife

I make it all about my life

my heart, my wants, my lessons learned

when, really, my life’s not my own

and grace and love are not deserved

these gifts You give, though free and many

pour only from Your kindness deep

if life undone be to Your glory

then there I should, in gladness, sleep

for though You bless, and though You comfort,

and though each breath proves mercy true

still, I was made to serve You only

may all of me be all for You.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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