Jesus, cast a look on me;
Give me sweet simplicity;
Make me poor, and keep me low,
Seeking only Thee to know.
All that feeds my busy pride,
Cast it evermore aside;
Bid my will to Thine submit,
Lay me humbly at Thy feet.
Make me like a little child,
Of my strength and wisdom spoiled;
Seeing only in Thy light,
Walking only in Thy might;
Leaning on Thy loving breast,
Where a weary soul may rest;
Feeling well the peace of God
Flowing from Thy precious blood.
In this posture let me live,
And hosannas daily give;
In this temper let me die,
And hosannas ever cry.
Marg, Fee…. I’m so glad you enjoyed the song. It really speaks to me and says what I feel.
Thank you so much for this delightful prayer-poem. It makes us remember that we are all truly loved and watched over.
Sylvia, that’s beautiful. I really enjoyed it.