Saturday, December 1, 2007

Make Me Captive



Make me captive, Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqu'ror be,
I sink in life's alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand.


My heart is weak and poor
Until it master find;
It has no spring of action sure-
It varies with the wind,

It cannot freely move,
Till Thou hast wrought its chain:
Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
And deathless it shall reign.


My will is not my own
Till Thou hast made it Thine;
If it would reach a monarch's throne
It must its crown resign;
It only stands unbent, Amid the crushing strife,
When on They bosom it has leant
And found in Thee its life.


~George Matheson

3 comments:

Cattlemans Daughter said...

Beautiful poem, we are set free by being in his control!

~Bryant said...

"My will is not my own
Till Thou hast made it Thine;"


What an amazing and beautiful mystery that we are not truly free until we are taken captive to Christ!

Sarah said...

Thanks for posting this beautiful poem!