Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to you
Take my moments and days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of your love
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for you
Take my voice and let me sing
Always, only, for you my King
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from you
Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would withhold
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as you shall choose
Take my will and make it yours
It shall no longer be mine,
Take my heart, it is your our;
It shall be your royal throne
Take my love; my Lord I pour
At your feet its treasure store:
Take myself and I will be
Ever only for you
i like but i think the title and stuff kinda makes me think becuase i am always in that possition nomatter what i am doing and i know how it feels to be hurt over and over i mean once everything calms down then it will get better but taking your life is not right so plz dont get to that point! ! ! ! !
thanks Ephraim...good to know that there are people out there who appreciate good work... i like your work too.
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hello Amber, the poem is all about giving my spiritual life to God...suicidal thought are a sin to me as committing the act itself. please don't take your life but take time and do something useful with it for there must be something good you can do with it...thank you