Shadows
by Michelle Stace

I desire to be a silhouette of Thee,
A living shadow of Thy Heavenly Light,
A reflection of Thy love for me;
To move as Thy will my highest delight.

In dim fading light shadows grow blurred;
Distorted and shapeless are they out further.
Clear light is given by entrance of Thy word;
A light to my path no more shall I falter.

In perfect accord and beauty of motion,
Forever connected in oneness we're moving.
Striving gave way to peaceful unison;
Now quiet beneath Thy wing I am resting.

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And yet what vain boast is this desire,
For where He leads, I shrink in fear
When taken through His holy fire,
I turn and grieve the One so dear.

I seek to serve in ways I think fit,
Unwilling in ALL to be content.
The creature refuses at His feet to sit?
Refuses the way the Creator's heart is bent?

Forgive me, change my heart so weak;
To will and do is Thy performing.
My love to You wholly, Thou humble and meek;
Thy imprint to bear, Thou only pleasing.