September 2010
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Make Me Thy Fuel
From prayer that asks that I may be Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee, From fearing when I should aspire, From faltering when I should climb higher, From silken self, O Captain, free Thy soldier who would follow Thee.
From subtle love of softening things, From easy choices, weakenings, (Not thus are spirits fortified, Not this way went the crucified) From all that dims Thy Calvary, O Lamb...
