6.1.2025
From His illumining words I write Even in the folds of night, For I wake when I hear His gentle voice drawing near And consecrate my life to Him, Surely this is no transient whim For I am His and Hers to live And therefore, will my spirit give Its offering as servant or slave For the supernal gifts They gave.
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