Let me love and not be respected;Let me serve and not be rewarded;Let me labor and not be remembered;Let me suffer and not be regarded. ’Tis the pouring, not the drinking;’Tis the breaking, not the keeping—A life suff’ring to seek others’ blessing,A life loving and true comfort giving. Not expecting pity or concern,Not accepting solace or praise;Even lonely, even forgotten;Even wordless, even forsaken. Tears and blood for the righteous crownMy price shall be; losing all,My cost for a faithful pilgrim’s life.’Twas the life, O Lord, that You chose to liveIn those days when on earth You walked,Gladly suff’ring all injuries and lossSo that all might draw near and repose. I cannot see how much farther I shall go;Still I press on, knowing there is no return.Let me follow Your pattern, so perfect and true,Bearing all gratefully without complaint. In this time of trial, O my Lord,I pray that You would wipe my hidden tears away;Let me learn, O Lord, You are my reward;Let me be others’ blessing all my days.
_________________SI Moderator - Greg Gordon