May 2010
2 posts
Do not consume me, my God, But burn in my branches.
Such as I have.
Had I but the means to somehow repay Every good gift I’ve received from your hand I’d spare no expense, exhaust every wage And spend all the wealth that my labour had gained But silver and gold these hands do not hold Such as I have I will offer to thee Were I with a song to capture the truth of the weight and the wonder of all that you are My theme would be always affection for You...
