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.
