inventory all
that I once held dear.
Scraps, fragments
bits of nothing
scattered crumbs
that leave a fine dust
across the surface
of Your love.
What then
can I offer?
What counts
as sacrifice, to One
Who released, devoted
everything?
Can all
that I once held
dear and holding still
though nothing
yet shine
when surrendered
broken in Your hands?
Take then
what little I am
create, if You will
what You desire.
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8 comments:
Plaintive - understanding there's nothing we have we can offer -- and hopeful - knowing he will accept us. Beautiful.
the good news is we have nothing to offer but what is left of ourselves....great write...smiles.
Your post reminds me of a song: "Take me and Make me after thy will, while I am yielding quiet and still" Often God burns off the dross leaving only the gold.
..and the good news is, he can create the most breath-taking pieces out of almost nothing..
A beautiful write... and I enjoyed it all..so great ...
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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This is my prayer as well. Thanks Karin.
Can all
that I once held
dear and holding still
though nothing
yet shine
when surrendered
broken in Your hands?
Love that. ;)
Amen. SO beautiful. Thank you. God bless you!!
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