Bonus!

This is a bonus post, woo-hoo! Bonuses are good.

Every six weeks Caleb and I study and hymn. This is the first week we are singing "Take My Life and Let it Be," by Frances R. Havergal. She was called the "consecration poet." A few years after she wrote "Take my silver and my gold, not a mite would I withhold," she gave away her jewels saying she took this step with "extreme delight... I don't think I ever packed a box with such pleasure."

But what gave me my "intimate God moment" was her response to the doctor telling her she was dying at age forty-two. She said, "If I am really going, it is too good to be true." What intimacy she must have had with Christ! To desire death over living. Often I only desire to be here on earth because obviously I am not supposed to be gone yet. I love my life and family, but to be in heaven with my Jesus, in perfection; I can't even fathom it.

Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.

Take my moments and my days, let them flow in endless 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 voice and let me sing, always, only for my King.

Take my lips and let them be filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold, not a mite would I withhold.

Take my intellect and use every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.

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.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.

Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.