The Taking

Your voice is almost soundless
But its message is clear.

I would dismiss it,
Deny it,
Cling to my worldliness.

Oh, the horror of hearing You
And denying Your Spirit!

But I do it anyway . . . .

Sear me with the brand of Your love.
Claim me with Your name.
Possess my heart and mind,
Every thought a slave to Christ.

My longing is not matched 
By determination or discipline.

I am soft, flabby, untested and untrained.

May it be to me as You will.

Mold me, Lord!
Even now.