Today I thought I'd share with y'all a poem that I found several years ago and really liked. I wrote it down, stuck it in my journal, and a couple days ago came across it again. It was written by Amy Carmichael, an Irish missionary to India who served 63 years without a furlough in late 19th and early 20th century. The story of her life is called A Chance to Die by Elisabeth Elliot and it so very much challenged my level of commitment to Christ. I highly recommend it to anyone and am going to reread it myself.

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee
From fearing when I should aspire
From faltering when I should climb higher
From silken self, O Captain free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.
From subtle love of softening things
From easy choices, weakening
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified),
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.