Yielding

 

My Lord, I give at any price
    Whatever you require,

 My Lord, I give at any price
    Whatever you require,
And offer as a sacrifice
    My very soul’s desire.

As Abraham his heart’s delight
    Submitted to the knife,
So yield I now, without a fight,
    My only hope in life.

From You I need hold nothing back,
     Who gave for me Your all,
Nor need I fear for any lack,
     When in Your hands I fall.

All that I have do I receive,
    In gifts poured from above,
And yielding is but to believe
     That I can trust Your love.

~ Nita Brainard