When throughout Thy holy life, Thy work,
Was all to saving worms like me?
Why is it Lord, when on my knees,
So hard to lift my voice to Thee?
When my Lord, in Gethsemane,
Bore the world for rogues like me?
Why is it Lord, my tongue is still,
When e’er I want to spread Thy fame?
When from the days when he was young,
Christ was resolved to speak Thy name?
Yet Christ lived not for his own sake,
Nor always pray for his own soul,
No, grace he gave, through his life,
That our life to Thee may then be whole.
How is it Lord, (oh mercy vast),
That you should grant such grace to me?
That all I say or do in life,
Might bring great glory, all to Thee!
and: For my next blog project I will probably an update of my ancient about page.
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Thanks for being willing to share some of your thoughts and writings about these Christian struggles with us. I do so understand what you mean when you say, why is it so hard to live for You when You have given us so much grace and mercy? It is such a never-ending struggle… and such a never-ending subject of gratefullness to our Father, that He doesn’t despise us for our short-comings. Thanks again for the poem.
[...] http://turinsblog.wordpress.com/2008/07/06/all-to-thee/ <u>All to Thee </u> Why is it Lord, so hard to live, Just one day, one hour, all to Thee? When throughout Thy holy life, Thy work, Was all to saving worms like me? [...]
Katie,
Thanks for the response. I suppose that on the inside, we are none of us that different.
To tell you the truth, when I typed this post, I thought, “maybe I shoudl tell them what I mean by this or that or so and so.” But in the end, I decided to let the poem speak for itself.
Flinding