I'm singing the words...."Take my life, and let it be consecrated Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise, 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 silver and my gold....
...Take my will --- HOLD IT!!!!! SCREECHING HALT!!!
I sing to be holy...consecrated to the Lord....and fall flat. Rather I should say, I dig in my heels.
George Fox wrote "I know Jesus, and He was very precious to my soul; but I found something in me that would not keep sweet and patient and kind. I did what I could to keep it down, but it was there. I besought Jesus to do something for me, and when I gave Him my will. He came to my heart, and took out all that would not be sweet, all that would not be kind, all that would not be patient, and then HE shut the door." Oh, I want those to be my words...
I am sorry my Lord.... Make this not just a hymn to be sung but my prayer, my heartfelt prayer.
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, It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee
Ever, only, all for Thee
"So as to live the rest of your earthly life...for the will of God." 1 Peter 4:2
