Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Service

I render this service; I have given,
for grace in likeness to me was shown.

Nay, it's hardly right to count it even,
this life, this strength, this all, not my own.

Lest I fall to pride; to flames be taken,
I flee, take flight, to pastures made known.

Take this then, my life, to Thine hands graven,
wipe every tear; remove every groan.

In such a hope as this, the promised heaven,
till then in service, this seed, be sown.

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