Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God. –Matthew 5:8
O, to be one, with heart pure, undivided,
With mind and will and soul to Him affixed,
And think not of myself, on Christ decided,
To love Him as He merits, love unmixed!
Still torn by thoughts of comfort, world, and work,
I nonetheless seek Christ more, less my fame.
Resenting cross, though cross I do not shirk,
I mourn my dying pride, and praise His name.
For if I yet be weak, I know Him kind,
And though I mourn my pride, that pride He kills.
In Him I patience, wisdom, power find:
And He is working in me as He wills.
For who am I to fix the pace of Grace?
In His good time, He’ll bring me to my place.