The Time Scrape

If I have any hope at all, let me let go of the things of desire in this shade of world, and do all I can to move toward Jesus. Let me, in my odd moments, my patched up moments, in the day, put together the only heart I have, to give what I have and all I have, as if to nourish the soul of the Lord. Not quite possible, I know. But even in my failings, let me live as a bloodbank before the throne of God.