Amy Carmichael Poem

 Love through me, Love of God;

fireThere is no love in me.

O Fire of love, light Thou the love 

That burns perpetually.

 

Flow through me, Peace of God;

Calm River, flow until

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No wind can blow, no current stir

A ripple of self-will.

Shine through me, Joy of God;

 

Make me like Thy clear air

air

That Thou dost pour Thy colors through,

As though it were not there.

O blessed Love of God,

That all may taste and see

How good Thou art, once more I pray:

Love through me—even me.