HERE AM I, LORD, THINE OWN TO BRUISE

Here am I, Lord, thine own to bruise And bind up, only for thy use. Chastise now my rebelling soul; Whilst Thou woundest me, make me whole. My feeble hands quicken and train; Fix up these knees that eas’ly sprain. Sheer me off the unrighteous path Where endeth wrath for the fool’s bath. I grasp… Continue reading HERE AM I, LORD, THINE OWN TO BRUISE