Take my life Lord and let it be,
Consecrated and all for thee.
Give me strength to withstand
The threats of illness and of man.
Help me Lord to run the race
Always looking toward thy face.
Many have tricks to place in my way
Trying to tempt me and turn me astray.
With all my heart Lord, I want to follow you
And in your footsteps always be.
Your word tells me, the road will be rough
And sometimes we need more than simple trust.
With all my heart Lord, I want to run,
The race of life with victory won.
"Keep on the firing line for me child
Always lifting my name with a smile."
My life before you is an open book,
It is free for you to take a look,
Change my heart and make it meek
So at your feet, I will always seek.
Your Almighty Love conquers all,
If I put my trust in your calling.
Closer to Heaven, each day draw near,
Cancel the threats of dreadful fear.
Bring me home when the my time comes,
Allow me to worship God's own son.
May I conquer death, hell and the grave.
And rise up to meet you on that great day.
Written by Shirley Barr
May 27, 2005
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