Writings by Susan Dickinson: What offering have I dear Lord

What Offering ~~can I bring~~ ^{have I, dear oh Lord}
Thee Lord
To show I am thy child
What service shorn of
selfishness
And not with sin defiled!

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The day is past for turtle doves
For incense burnt in clouds
Or even spikenard costly
rare.
That bro't thy loving words

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Thou art not poor as we of
Earth.
All space and time are thine

Save one unyielded wealth
of mine
The will I ~~now to Thee~~ ^{I hold}
struggle to resign.

The will that should be Thine
The will that ~~would~~ ^should be Thine.

H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9

What offering have I ,dear Lord,
To show I am thy child!
What service shorn of selfishness
And not with sin defiled?

The day is past for turtle doves,
For incense burnt in clouds--
Or even spikenard costly rare
That bro't thy loving words.

Thou art not poor as we of earth,--
All space and time are thine
Save one un yielded wealth I hold,--
The will that should be thine!


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