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You Can Have Me




If I saw You on the street
And You said come and follow Me
But I had to give up everything
All I once held dear
And all of my dreams
Would I love You enough to let go
Or would my love run dry, 
When You asked for my life


When did love become unmoving?

When did love become unconsuming?

Forgetting what the world has told me
Father of love You can have me
You can have me

If Your all You claim to be
Then I'm not losing anything
So I will crawl upon my knees
Just to know the joy of suffering
I will love You enough to let go
Lord I give You my life,
I give You my life!


When did love become unmoving?

When did love become unconsuming?

Forgetting what the world has told me
Father of love You can have me
You can have me!



I want to be where You are! {You can have me}

I'm running into Your arms! {You can have me}

And I will NEVER look back! {You can have me}

So Jesus here is my heart!
When did love become UNMOVING?

When did love become UNCONSUMING?

Forgetting what the world has told me
Father of love YOU CAN HAVE ME

When did love become unmoving?

When did love become unconsuming?

Forgetting what the world has told me
Father of love You can have me
You can have me

My Father my love You can have me


I love this song...it is the cry of my heart.  I desire every part of me to live for Christ.  Yet I fail so often...  Would I follow Him into death?  I hope so.  I think so.  Maybe I would run.. like Peter did?  Until I am faced with that decision I really don't know.  Our hearts are deceptive.  Only God knows what truly lies therein.  Can I proclaim with all certainty that I will follow Christ with boldness anywhere?  No.  However, I can pray that He would change ALL the desires of my heart to line up with His...and whatever comes my way...even if it's death.. I will choose His will not my own.  It is ONLY by His grace that I would be sustained.

Until then...
Jessie
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  1. Linda StubbsApril 6, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    Very precious post Jessie. So beautiful. Thank you for writing it for us to read. Loved it.

    Blessings sweet friend and thank you for leaving me comments. I wish I was home all day long. Life was simpler then. I continue to praise even though I would rather be HOME.

    Hugs, Linda

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