A TABLET Lord, .................Thy servant holds,
Down Soul’s deep depths ......Only your eye beholds.
It flows like a stream of water, channeled by your guiding Hand
A plot of SOIL for sweet seed of Word to season, grow, and stand.
The heart alone, easily drifting with the mold of worldly push and pull,
Is a master deceiver, twisting mind and shameful thoughts in full;
Stone dead, a pillar of salt, cold, unbelieving, unyielding,
So I withered away in sin’s death cry and decaying.
But in scarlet stream you gave with no measure,
Bathing the heart in heaven’s cleanser.
Now etched with your name,
And never the same;
Only For Thee
Will I Be.
