Poems (White)/Surrender

by Jeannie Copes White

SURRENDER

I am not good at all,
By far enough for Him,
And yet He seems to call
The best from me within.

I am not high at all,
By far enough to see,
And yet He seems to call
Forth blossoms on a tree.

I am not great at all,
By far a place to fill,
And yet He seems to call
Me higher, higher still.

I am not fit at all,
By far His life to live,
And yet He seems to call,
Just yielding of a will.

Great God! Can that be all
This life on earth consists?
To climb that great, high wall
And see beyond the mist?

They why should I not strive,
Accept His gentle hand,
To mould my little life
According to His plan.

Here, Lord, I give Thee all,
All, all that is not mine;
Whatever may befall,
Thou art mine, I am Thine.