I have been thinking of writing a poem lately, so I might have one up soon for y'all to read. In the meantime though, here is a wonderful poem by one of my shining heroes, Amy Carmichael. If you don't know her story, please look her up ... she is one of the most amazing women that I have ever read about. Enjoy!
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 disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire;
Let me not sink to be a clod;
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.
- Amy Wilson Carmichael -
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for your thought(s)! It means a lot. :)