Saturday, April 18, 2015
Father, take my strongest longings
And re-shape them as you will.
Keep your kingdom coming, dawning.
Bend me. Break me. Use me still.
Fill me with a holy passion
Brightly burning in the night
Mixed with tender, strong compassion--
Merciful, with truth and light.
Make me strong with manly action--
Fierce as fire and soft as lamb--
With no cowardly subtraction
From the saint you say I am.
Your great work won't be suspended
If I'm old or tired or weak.
Till my present life has ended,
May I seek and find and speak.
I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.
(Romans 12:1 ESV)