Help
me, Lord Jesus, to provide
The
wood offering - to maintain
What
is for thy service, without
Pretension,
to dependably
Supply
unmemorable and
Unsung
effort. As others have
Laboured,
their names now known only
To
God, make me expendable,
Reduced
to ash. As Urijah
Would
not act for his own comfort
If
the Ark and God’s people were
In
the fields, even if it meant
His
death. As Naboth of Jizreel
Would
not abandon his father’s land
Whatever
the cost - even if
It
meant his death. As Christ’s bondman
Paul
spent and was spent, night and day,
That
God’s service should continue,
That
God’s testimony remain,
Even
to the point of his death.
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