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


No wind can blow, no current stir

A ripple of self-will.

Shine through me, Joy of God;


Make me like Thy clear 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.