A Writer's Hymn

Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my laughter and my tears, all my insecurities and fears.
Take my desk and office chair, take my flittings here and there.
Take my keyboard, and my screen. Take my pages, plans, and schemes.
Take my grins, my groans, my frowns. Take my pacings up and down.

Let every bit be used by you, the good, the bad, and ugly too.
Make me better than I know to be, by being yours while being me,
Let every word I type be true by coming first and most from you.
Suggest, revise, inform, inspire, and take my writing higher and higher.

Take my fingertips, let them be filled with messages from Thee.
Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.

(based on and drawing from a hymn by Francis Ridley Havergal)