MAKE ME A FLAME

He delivers the poor in the affliction, and opens their ears in oppression. Job 36:15 (NKJV)

Amy Carmichael ministered to the poor and oppressed children of India for fifty-five years. She penned the following poem in 1912:

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, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
No 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,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope 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.

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