I had a few minutes to myself this morning after the rush to clean the house, get things checked off my list, and before I rushed to pick up the girls from their preschool. I landed at my grandmother’s piano, my happy place, and as I played a few songs, I turned the page to one of my favorite childhood hymns. I know each line to this song and have played it over and over again but this time... this time was just really sweet.
As I sang and played (sorry neighbors...) I had to stop and ask myself several questions.
What would it look like if I really gave him my feet and my hands?
and my wealth and my songs?
and my lips and my whole life?
If I went to the places He told me to go even when I was a little bit afraid? Or used my hands to hold Iveys hand and hug her after a hard morning of disobedience? Or freely gave to those in need instead of buying the latest and greatest things for myself? Or invited the new neighbor over for coffee? Or maybe just quieted my lips (and even my thoughts) when I’m tempted to speak something that is unkind.
I want my life to be all about that last line...
ever, only, all for thee.
Take My Life
Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord to the. Take my hands and let them move, at the impulse of Thy love, at the impulse of thy love.
Take my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my voice and let me sing always, only, for my King. Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips and let them be filled with messages for Thee. Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold, not a mite would I withhold.
Take my love, my God, I pour at the feet it’s treasure store. Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee,
ever, only, all for Thee.
(written by Frances Havergal)