Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Give Me Thy Heart

In the dark church she knelt alone,
Her tears were falling fast,
"Help, Lord," she cried, "the shades of death
Upon my soul are cast.
Have I not shunned the path of sin,
And chosen the better part?"
What voice came through the sacred air?
"My child, give Me thy heart."

"Have I not worn my strength away,
 With fast and penance sore?
Have I not watched and wept," she cried;
"Did Thy dear saints do more?
Have I not gained Thy grace, O Lord.
And won in Heaven my part?"
It echoed louder in her soul-
"My child, give Me thy heart."

~Oswald Chambers

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