May these simple words from years ago spur us to a closer and deeper love and passion for God!
I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy wounds;
Then pain is sweet; and life or death is gain.
How blest are they who still abide
Close-sheltered in Thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live!
Take my poor heart and let it be
Forever closed to all but Thee!
Seal Thou my breast and let me bear
The pledge of love forever there.