Friday, October 11, 2013

take my life and let it be.



When Paul said he died daily - I think he meant that he died daily. Not weekly. Not monthly. Not once in his lifetime. DAILY. In fact, knowing Paul, he could easily have said "hourly" or "moment by moment" with the exact same effect.

It's easy to say, "Lord, You take my life" and then as soon as we start to think we have idea of what His plan might be, we jump back into control and forget all about the dying part. The surrendering of our plans, our ideas, our actions to Him. The uncertainty of the unknown that comes when you let Someone else have the reins.

So I take a step back. I look at what the Lord is doing and say, "He ALONE does wondrous things" and then I have to let Him keep doing those wondrous things without interference from pesky little know-it-all me. The fact that He's stepped down into this life of mine should be enough.

Here I stand. I'm still a sinner. I'm in the Refiner's fire. I'm beginning to see what a glorious horizon is glimmering ahead, but the task at hand is to glory in the haze of the twilight between the dawn and the sunrise. It's beautiful here too, and it's even more beautiful because it's the exact spot where He wants me to be.

Here I am - rededicating this life to the Great Author. Handing back the pen with a sheepish grin as I admit I was trying to be in charge again. Oh, Jesus, how thankful I am that Your mercies are new every morning!


Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise,
Let them flow in ceaseless 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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
Ever, only all for Thee.

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