Thursday, February 15, 2007

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 dissapointment tire,

The passion that will burn like fire;

Let me not sink to be a clod:

Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.

~Amy Carmichael


Melissa said...

Amen. From silken self I would be free, too. Thank you for the reminder, the encouragement, the sting, even.

Love you.

Ana said...

Oh, Thank you again for sharing such wonderful words with us! I loved it!