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You are my King Your are my God Seeking those to work the harvest Lord pour me out
Can I accept the cost The burden of my cross Can I accept the loss If I'm not poured out
Pour me out Lord Pour me on Your alter Pour me out Lord A fragrant sacrifice pleasing to You A broken spirit and contrite heart A life left at the Cross Pour me out Lord Pour me out to serve only You
They say "Blessed are the feet That bring the Good News" But if I'm not poured out Well the workers are very few
Not mine own will Lord But Yours O' my God Take not the cup from me Lord pour me out!
Pour me out Lord Pour me on Your alter Pour me out Lord A fragrant sacrifice pleasing to You A broken spirit and contrite heart A life left at the Cross Pour me out Lord Pour me out to serve only You
08 July 2004
Geneva, thanks for your comments on a few of my poems. It's a scary thing in a way to say, 'here Lord take all of me', but why should we be afraid when all He does is for our good. (see Isaiah 6:8, 26:8) These two verses have had a significant impact on me.

07 July 2004
Pour me out to serve only YOU... what a surrender this is!
I don't know if I'm that brave. I like your expression of this surrender to God.