Poem August 12, 1996 Issue

My yearning to serve

Ellen Moore Thompson

Oh, I have felt His divine presence
filling the stillness of a morning,
freshly compelling me to serve Him solely;

It is when holy quietness washes me throughly
in simple, yet profound, surrender
to serving our God ...
not partially, not only when convenient,
nor when I can hurriedly fit it in.

Let me wholly yield up worldly ways and means,
yet blessing still my brother at every turn.
Let God's love, His wisdom, infuse my every thought;
let my heart's strong spiritual desire
pour forth as prayer, and my living
be evidence of divine reality.

Anchor me in dedication to You, dear God.
Let my minuscule mite—
my humble yearning to serve—
compound, growing and expanding
with Your infinite bounty.