Take, Lord, unto Thyself
My sense of self; and let it vanish utterly.
Take, Lord, my life,
Live Thou my life through me.
I live no longer, Lord,
But in me now
Aye, between Thee and me, my God,
There is no longer room for “I” and “mine.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem