As I think what a joy to have a house I can clean Lord I think; Does this allow me to taste Your joy at a heart You can clean. When I boldly discard a broken vessel does it show me how You will get rid of the nonfunctional in my life if I will but say: My life is Yours. Whatever You do is ok. As he has said: "My home is yours. Whatever you do is ok." I may not have thought of that or even am able to understand why You want it that way. But as long as You do it, 'twill be okay. May I bring a sweet smelling fragrance before You as he has given me the roses. May I freely offer such as I have And such as I am unto You, Lord. I cannot offer what I do not have Nor can I be what I have not become So all that I have and all that I am I lay at Your feet. May You have a use for me that is pleasing in Your sight And may I accept that work As pleasing in mine. It is my hope that work will be hand in hand with him And that it will be clearly understood Together in harmony. Leola Boyd          21Oct95