Poems (White)/Surrender

by Jeannie Copes White

For works with similar titles, see Surrender.

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.