God, yu tekem laef blong mi,
mi mi givim nao long yu.
back mi givim evride
blong leftemap nem blong yu.
God, yu tekem han blong mi
Blong givhan long nara man,
Mo yu tekem leg blong mi
Blong mi karem tok blong yu.
God, yu tekem voes blong mi
Blong mi presem yu oltaem,
Mo yu tekem maot blong mi
Blong mi talem tok blong yu.
God, ol mane tu blong mi,
Plis, yu tekemi mi blong yu
Mo yu tekem hed blong mi
Blong mi waes long wok blong yu.
Yu mekem tingting blong mi
I stap strong long yu oltaem.
Yu nomo yu king blong mi
Plis yu rul long laef blong yu.
God, mi laekem yu tumas,
Mbae yu king blong mi oltaem.
Evri samting ya blong mi
Mi mi givim nao long yu.
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Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee;
Take my voice and let me sing,
Always, only for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Like the wheel
“We each only really speak one sentence in our lifetime. That sentence begins with your first words, toddling around the kitchen, and ends with your last words … in a nursing home, the night-duty attendant vaguely on hand. Or, if you are blessed, they are heard by someone who knows you and loves you and will be sorry to hear the sentence end.”
-Mary Ruefle
“Let me say and I probably mean this in the most manifesto-ing way that genres don’t exist. They don’t exist at all. They serve the needs of marketing, of academic specialization, even as modes of work, but in terms of meaning or content or associative formations they are like traffic lights—not so interesting and most adamantly not what we are doing today. Genres for me are just a way in which we are controlled…”
-Eileen Myles
