Make me a captive, Lord, and then I shall be free.
Force me to render up my sword, and I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life's alarms when by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms, and strong shall be my hand.
My heart is weak and poor until it master find;
It has no spring of action sure, it varies with the wind.
It cannot freely move till Thou has wrought its chain;
Enslave it with Thy matchless love, and deathless it shall reign.
My will is not my own till Thou hast made it Thine;
If it would reach a monarch's throne, it must its crown resign.
It only stands unbent amid the clashing strife,
When on Thy bosom it has leant, and found in Thee its life.
—George Matheson
Sunday, February 10, 2008
My Will is Not My Own...
How I love this song! It has inspired me countless times when I really don't feel like being "enslaved" or "resigning my crown"! But He is good, and all His judgements are right.
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I really like that song too.
ReplyDeleteIt sometimes is a daily struggle, for me, to remember that my will is not my own and I must bring my life and lay it down at His feet daily. My life is not my own! It's only after I give it all up, that I am truly free again.
Thank you for sharing!