Distinction

No nobility
of bone nor of word,
nor language, nor heart
nor simple accord.
No thing sets apart
that we might afford.
But once heard His voice,
we now love the Lord.

No righteousness from
our tallying board,
no pilgrimate cross
of emotion's ford;
No reason's restraint
nor sin grown abhorred.
We've but heard His voice
and we love the Lord.

No justified rage
nor 'injustice' roar'd,
no repentant change
nor fruiting reward-
What distinction can
the Christian record?
Only that His voice
birth'd love for our Lord.

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And a prayer from last year, that I stumbled across in my writings as I cleared off my desktop:

I beg that this be your hand-

removing all my peace, that you might be found the only maker thereof

removing all my joy, that you might be found it’s creator

removing all my faith, that you might be it’s author.

removing all my confidence, that you might be found my source and strength, amidst my weakness.

This heart is yours, o my Father.  I beg thee to love it well.  Where else can I go?