Help us, Spirit, with our tasks unfinished.
Feed us, Yeshua, with yourself — bread and water, living and broken.
|Lilias Trotter (1853-1928), an unfinished sketch in her journal|
From prayer that asks that I may beSheltered from winds that beat on Thee,From fearing when I should aspire,From faltering when I should climb higher,From silken self, O Captain, freeThy soldier who would follow Thee.From subtle love of softening things,From easy choices, weakenings,(Not thus are spirits fortified,Not this way went the Crucified,)From all that dims Thy Calvary,O Lamb of God, deliver me.Give me the love that leads the way,The faith that nothing can dismayThe hope no disappointments tireThe passion that will burn like fire,Let me not sink to be a clod:Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.
Amy Carmichael (1867-1951)