My All

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MY ALL

I love the Lord my God, with all my heart;

It’s not enough.

It’s just a place to start,

This love is tough.

 

He died that I might live,

He gave His all;

And I my all to Him must give,

However small.

 

The flesh must die, the spirit rise,

I fight that I might be;

The spotless child I am before His eyes,

The saint He’ll see.

 

My mind I give to Him, with all my will,

To cleanse and purify;

Though satan taunts and tempts it still;

These thoughts will die.

 

Before my Lord, my knees can hardly hold,

They long to kneel,

And yet I know He makes my spirit bold,

His love I feel.

 

My eyes they must be firmly fixed

Upon my Lord forever,

My loyalties in no way mixed,

I must the world’s ties sever.

 

My soul I pray Him keep, in His safe hand,

Claimed for His own.

That when this frame is buried in the land,

He’ll call me home.

 

My all no longer mine,

For this I’ll strive;

That I and mine are Thine,

And I in Thee alive.

 

For this You will not love me more,

You will not love me less;

It’s done that I might You adore,

And I Your Name might bless.

© Ailsa Yates 13/2/97