Possession

 

Be Thou my vision,

O Ancient of Days—

Let the scales of my blindness

Melt beneath Your gaze.

Touch my eyes and watch them open;

Kiss my lips and give me speech.

In my heart You sit enthroned—

Holy One of God, possess me.

 

The morning belongs to You;

Evening bows at Your feet.

Night and day leap to Your bidding,

And You ask the same of me.

 

So I am Yours, surrendered;

Unquestioningly submitted.

Enslaved to Your love,

Enthralled, captivated, smitten.

 

I'm Yours, unconditionally, forever,
Helpless in the face of Your passion,
Bound in the arms of Your intimacy--
I am a willing possession.