As I read this poem, I remembered going to Sunday School as a small girl and having my offering tied in the corner of a hankie. The hankie was 100% cotton, not the permanent pressed ones of today.  I was very careful not to lose the offering and held on tight to the hankie. By the time the offering basket was passed around and I had untied the knot, the hankie was is pretty sorry shape. The offering was all I had. It belonged to Jesus.

            I thought back to when I brought myself to God. I had nothing that anyone would value, no special talents, I was young and unformed in my thinking. But I was all I had. As I laid my will at God’s footstool, I just wanted to be what God wanted me to be. I didn’t even know what that looked like. I didn’t know how to act. I had so much to learn, but I had a heart that wanted to do right.

            So as I look back on the passing years, I’m thankful for the mercy and longsuffering of God’s word, for what I’ve learned and how I’ve grown in His Ways.

            Most of all, If what I’ve given to God were given back to me, I want to find it so changed, so purified, so at one with God that in the reflection of that will, I would only see Jesus.

            I will strive every morning, to place my offering at God’s footstool.

            It is all I have.

            It belongs to Him.

 Laid on thine altar, oh my Lord Divine,

Accept my gift this day for Jesus’ sake.

I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine,

Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make.

Yet here I bring within my trembling hand

This will of mine—a thing that seemeth small,

But thou alone, O Lord, canst understand

How, when I yield Thee this, I yield Thee all.

Hidden therein, thy searching eye can see

Struggles of passion, visions of delight,

All that I have, and am , and fain would be,

Fond hope, deep love and longing infinite.

It hath been wet with tears and dimmed with sighs,

Clenched in my grasp till beauty it hath none.

Now from Thy footstool, where it vanquished lies,

The prayer ascendeth, “May Thy will be done.”

Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail,

And merge it so in Thine own will, that e’en

If in some desperate hour my cries prevail,

And Thou give back my will, it may have been

So changed, so purified, so fair have grown,

So one with Thee, so filled with peace divine,

I may not know it, feel it as mine own,

But gaining back my will, may find Thine.

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           Matthew 16:24-27 – Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.  For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it. For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? For the Son of man shall come in the glory of his Father with his angels; and then he shall reward every man according to his works.

 Luke 9:23 – And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.

 Luke 14:27 – And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.

 Not my will thine be done, prayed Jesus

May this same prayer be mine every day.

When this robe of flesh that I wear makes me falter

Hold my hand, lead me on, all the way

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