It’s been a busy week. Zoom calls to missionaries in many nations, the memorial service of a dear friend, time with grandchildren, and intermittent moments of reflection. I’m in the planning stages of another book to be written during November as part of National Novel Writing Month, affectionately known as NaNoWriMo. I’ve completed draft forms of two other books in previous years and hope to write a sequel to “Seashell Saga” next month.
I’m reviewing hymns, looking into the struggles of their times, trying to make sense of the challenges we’re facing these days. This one speaks to me this morning, keeping the perspective on God’s sovereignty and my place as one individual, brightening my little corner of this universe. This one, written by Frances Ridley Havergal in 1871 is just right for today. May it bless you too. She is credited with fifty-five published hymns. Today, may the end of stanza 3 be my goal:
1 Lord, speak to me that I may speak
In living echoes of your tone.
As you have sought, so let me seek
Your erring children, lost and lone.
2 Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead
The wand’ring and the wav’ring feet.
Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Your hungry ones with manna sweet.
3 Oh, teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious truths which you impart.
And wing my words that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.
4 Oh, fill me with your fullness, Lord,
Until my very hearts o’erflows
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Your love to tell, your praise to show.
5 Oh, use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as you will, and when, and where
Until your blessed face I see,
Your rest, your joy, your glory share.
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