To be filled with You, O God, what would be the cost?
Would it be the mocking and jesting of the multitude,
Or even the sacrifice of my flesh on the altar?
To be stripped, beaten; bruised, battered;
Ripped and torn, speared and skewered,
These are what my precious Lord demands of me?
Then let them be mine, with all the joy that there attends;
For I am not filled with I, but with Thee!
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