Love Through Me

Love through me, Love of God;
Make me like Thy clear air
Through which, unhindered, colors pass
As though it were not there.

Powers of the love of God,
Depths of the heart Divine,
O Love that faileth not, break forth
And flood this world of Thine.

I woke up this morning with that poem on my mind. I've long enjoyed the works of Amy Carmichael, and several years ago Mara gave me, "Mountain Breezes, The Collected Poems of Amy Carmichael." It's been awhile since I've thumbed through it, but this morning I'm finding my favorites...

Make Me Thy Fuel

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakening,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified)
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
That faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope that no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire;
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.