Friday, September 9

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The Shell
by Amy Carmichael
 
Upon the sandy shore an empty shell,
Beyond the shell infinity of sea;
O Savior, I am like that empty shell,
Thou art the Sea to me.
 
A sweeping wave rides up the shore, and lo,
Each dim recess the coiled shell within
Is searched, is filled, is filled to overflow
By water crystalline.
 
 
Not to the shell is any glory then:
All glory give we to the glorious sea.
And not to me is any glory whenever
Thou overflowest me.
 
Sweep over me, Thy shell, as low I lie;
I yield me o the purpose of Thy will;
Sweep up, O conquering waves, and purify,
And with Thy fullness fill.

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