Sweet Savior, I give to Thee my heart.
Make it as Thine own,
That it may love those in the world,
And those, having past from its bounds,
Not ready to see the Father’s glory.
With my every breath,
I wait on Thee,
Pleading the perfection of my cherished loves.
Pray, lift the veils persisting to obscure Thy Beauty.
Let me be a living prayer,
A votive candle,
Burning on the altar of Thy Cross,
Whose smoke rises as incense
With Thy Resurrection from the dead.
I am a captive to Thy call upon my heart.
I draw each breath,
For those You give me in this life,
By blood, as friend, foe, neighbor, passing stranger,
And those, still alien, to Thy love,
All, whom the Father desires
For life in You and in Thy glory.
By Joann Nelander