Songs of the Soul/Part 1/Consecration

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CONSECRATION

At Thy feet I come to shower
All my full heart’s rhyming flower,
Of Thy breath born,
By Thy love grown,
With my lonely seeking found,
By hands Thou gavest picked and bound;—
For Thee the sheaves
Within these leaves:—
Of my life’s season
The choicest flowers,
With petals soulful spread,
Their humble perfume shed;—
Hands folded now I come to give
What’s Thine—receive!