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22 February 2011

What little I have

I sort, sift,
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:

  1. Plaintive - understanding there's nothing we have we can offer -- and hopeful - knowing he will accept us. Beautiful.

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  2. the good news is we have nothing to offer but what is left of ourselves....great write...smiles.

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  3. 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.

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  4. ..and the good news is, he can create the most breath-taking pieces out of almost nothing..

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  5. A beautiful write... and I enjoyed it all..so great ...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  6. This is my prayer as well. Thanks Karin.

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  7. Can all
    that I once held
    dear and holding still
    though nothing
    yet shine
    when surrendered
    broken in Your hands?

    Love that. ;)

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in His service,
in the fire,