From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.
From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakening,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified)
From all that dims Thy Calvary
O Lamb of God, deliver me.
Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire;
Let me not sink to be a clod;
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.
(By Amy Carmichael, 1867-1951. An Irish missionary to India, serving there 55 years without returning home. She rescued girls from temple prostitution, opened an orphanage, and founded a mission in Dohnavur)
Mark 1:9-13 …”At this time, Jesus came from Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. The moment He came out of the water, He saw the sky split open and God’s Spirit, looking like a dove, come down on Him. Along with the Spirit, a voice: ‘You are My Son, chosen and marked by My love; pride of My life.’ At once, this same Spirit pushed Jesus out into the wild. For forty wilderness days and nights He was tested by Satan. Wild animals were His companions, and angels took care of Him.”