Can I impart what I have not
And wrap a present I’ve not bought?
Or hand a gift to open hands
And teach what I can’t understand?
Can I preach fire and brimstone:
Declare the blood-loss from my wounds,
Of scars my skin has never known,
On things my heart would never choose?
How often do we mimic things-
The truths that we refuse to eat,
And fill ourselves with lighter food,
As though attending Heaven’s feast?
Can I impart what I have not,
and love with love I have not owned?
And minister to broken souls
with prayers that I have feared to groan?
Oh Father! In your mercy deep
Please hear my prayers and pleading.
More than the line: “Protect me”
please be the hand that’s leading
For how can I lay healing hands
On pain I cannot fathom?
And how can I wave high your flag
If untuned to your anthem?
Please, let me dare to feel the light
That I most need and most despise!
To love and be loved in return:
That sun that stings and burns my eyes,
So I impart what Heaven cries
“Love and be loved!” Thus goes the tune.
The Song that will myself consume.