My Heart’s Desire

Dear Master, long I’ve sought
A grain of "wheat" to find,
My heart’s desire has been,
Just one with truth to bind!

Perhaps Thou canst not trust
Thy servant with this work,
Because some earth‑born pride
Within my breast doth lurk.

If thou dost find this, Lord,
Oh, send affliction’s fire,
Burn out the dross, the gold refine,
And grant my heart’s desire!

Perhaps I’ve sought a path,
Thou hast not marked for me,—
Forgive, I only thought
Some work to do for Thee!

I own no will of mine,
The place I would not choose,
But simply give mine all
To Thee as Thou canst use.

My thoughts, my words, my deeds,
Dear Lord, make pure by fire,—
Ah, then, I know that Thou
Canst grant my heart’s desire!

Poems of Dawn