The Life I Owe

O Love, that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

—George Matheson

“I give Thee back the life I owe” —owe? Why owe? It’s my life, isn’t it?

“Have you forgotten that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and is God’s gift to you, and that you are not the owner of your own body? You have been bought, and at a price!”

The sense of destiny: Someone has paid for me with blood. How the knowledge lifts my sights beyond the moment’s hot desire!

Elisabeth Elliot, Passion and Purity, (Revell, 2002), pp. 25-26

 

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