Lord, think through me!

Lord, think through me! My thoughts, like slaves,
Are trapped in treadmills of unrest;
Your thoughts rise freely heavenwards
As homing pigeons to their nest.

Lord, speak through me! My words, like barbs,
Destroy and wound with spikes of thorn;
Your words with penetrating power
Alone can soften hearts of stone.,

Lord, pray through me! My prayers, like moles,
Go burrowing blindly in the dark;
Your prayers fly straight and target-true
And swift as arrows to their mark.

Lord, love through me! This feeble flame
Now brightly flickers, then is dies;
Your burning love must melt my heart
To incandescent sacrifice.

Lord, live through me! For I have died,
Died with my Saviour on the Tree;
And now the only life I know
Is Your new life lived out in me.

Margot King-Smith

From 'The Quest ‑