MY NEW YEAR'S GIFT

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

Laid on your altar, O my Lord divine,
Accept my gift this day, for Jesus sake
I have no jewel to adorn your shrine
Nor any World-famed sacrifice to make;
But here I bring within my trembling hands,
This Will of mine, a thing that seems small
Yet you alone, O Lord, can understand
How when I yield you this, I yield my all
Hidden therein your searching gaze can see
Struggles of passion, visions of delight
All that I have, or am, or fain would be,
Deep loves, find hopes, and longings infinite.
It has been wet with tears, and dimmed with sighs.
Clenched in my grasp, till beauty has it none.
Now from your footstool, where it vanquished lies,
The prayer ascends, "May your Will be done."
Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail,
And merge it so into your own Will, that
If in some desperate hour my cries prevail
And you give back my gift, it may have been
So changed, so purified, so fair have grown,
So one with you, so filled with love divine
I may not know or feel it as my own
But gaining back my Will, may find it yours.

lizzyash@yahoo.com
Elizabeth, O.A.U Ile-ife.