Friday, April 27, 2012

Rossetti: He died for me: what can I offer Him?

Friday, April 27, 2012
    Feast of Christina Rossetti, Poet, 1894
    And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.
    —Revelation 5:8 (NIV)
“He died for me: what can I offer Him?
    Toward Him swells incense of perpetual prayer:
    His court wear crowns and aureoles round their hair:
His ministers are subtle Cherubim;
Ring within ring, white intense Seraphim
    Leap like immortal lightnings through the air.
    What shall I offer Him? defiled and bare,
My spirit broken and my brightness dim.”—
“Give Me thy youth.”—“I yield it to Thy rod,
    As Thou didst give Thy prime of youth for me.”—
        “Give Me thy life.”—“I give it breath by breath;
    As Thou didst give Thy life so give I Thee.”—
“Give Me thy love.”—“So be it, my God, my God,
    As Thou hast loved me even to bitte! r death.”
    ... Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), Poems of Christina Rossetti, London: Macmillan, 1904, p. 57 (see the book)
Quiet time reflection:
    Lord, enable me to offer You all.
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