take the world

Beloved child of the Most High God

your hour has come.

"What are you afraid of? Let God act. Abandon yourself to Him. You will suffer, but you will suffer with love, peace, and consolation. You will fight, but you can carry off the victory & God Himself will crown you with His own hand. You will weep, but your tears will be sweet, and God Himself will come with satisfaction to dry them."

--Francois Fenelon

Take the world, but give me Jesus.

full words. bitter & sweet. afflicting and freeing. I sit here, tears streaming, suffering with others, fighting within myself. Discovering the depths of life, the expansion of a heart. I want it to be all for Him.

"In that lonely place, no friend can go, no brother can help, no loved one can know. I must crawl on while you stay-- further still, just watch and pray. In that lonely place the cup is fought to sip the pain or choose my lot; to claim my rights or cast them down, to gain my loss or scorn my crown. Life pivots there in further still, face to the ground, fighting His will. Can't choose to return the same who went, once further still the old is spent...

There's so much more to Him and to the life He's given us than we have yet discovered. So, with that in mind, let's you and I go further still."

--Beth Moore

O Love that will not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in thee.

I give thee back the life I owe,

that in thine ocean depths

its flow may richer, fuller be.

my life, it's not my own.

I know it's Yours.

O light that follows all my way,

I yield my flickering torch to thee.

My heart restores its borrowed ray,

that in thy sunshine’s blaze

its day may brighter, fairer be.

so light a fire in my heart

and I'll burn for you.

O Joy that seeks me through the pain,

I cannot close my heart to thee.

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

and feel the promise is not in vain,

that morn shall tearless be.

So annoint me with joy,

and joyful I will be.

O Cross that lifts up my head,

I dare not ask to fly from thee.

I lay in dust life’s glory dead,

and from the ground there blossoms red

Life that shall endless be

and we will sing holy, holy

is the King of kings.