A Prayer by Jim Elliot - (for my sis, Helen. I found this while moving out.)

I set my love upon thee, child
I knew thee far away
I wept to see thee wandering, wild
I yearned 'til thou didst pray
One of the hateful rebel band
Strong in thy lust for sin
A furtive, fitful, fiery soul
I loved; I called thee in
Stripped thee of thy grimy pride
Laid bare thy secret want
Poor vagabond of empty ways
I sent my Spirit to haunt
Now, desert son, the choice is thine
My love thou canst forget
And go to roaming wasteland paths
Wilt, willful, wander yet?

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