Jim Elliot
>2005-12-17 - 12:46 a.m.
Lord, in the fullness of my might
I would for Thee be strong;
while runneth o'er each dear delight,
to Thee should soar my song.
I would not give the world my heart
and then profess Thy love.
I would not feel my strength depart
and then Thy service prove.
O not for Thee my weak desires,
my poorer, baser part;
O not for Thee my fading fires,
the ashes of my heart.
O choose me in Thy golden time;
in my dear joys have part.
For Thee, the glory of my prime,
the fullness of my heart.
giving the best years of our lives and not the left overs