Tonight I simply want to share with you the thoughts found in two poems written by Amy Carmichael, a passionate woman who served the Lord in India for most of her life. May these words cause us to pause and consider the truth...and may the prayer of our hearts be the same.
Come, Lord Jesus
Because of little children soiled,
And disinherited, despoiled,
Because of hurt things, feathered, furred,
Tormented beast, imprisoned bird,
Because of many-folded grief,
Beyond redress, beyond belief,
Because the word is true that saith,
The whole creation travaileth--
Of all our prayers this is the sum:
O come, Lord Jesus, come.
Make Me Thy Fuel
From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.
From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified,
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.
Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointements tire,
The passion that will burn like fire,
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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