My Prayer
A Poem by Barry McCormick, 2003
As You took the hands of Your Son
To the tree where you nailed them to
Now Lord take my hands,
that they would work for You
As you took the feet of my saviour
To the beautiful tree where You bound them to
May You take my feet and make them walk
In the path you want them to.
As you took the head of my King
And then crowned Him there in shame
May you take my thoughts and let them be
Honouring to your name.
As you took the heart of the King of Love
And pierced it on the tree
Lord my prayer, my desire,
Is that in my heart You’ll reign over me.
As you took the body of the Lord of Lords
And laid it in the grave
Lord, take all my being
That through You in me the lost shall be saved.
About “My Prayer”
I wrote this poem in my teens on a week away at a bible camp while cycling around Milport. I cant remember what the specific inspiration of this was, probably one of the talks from our nightly meetings, but I just remember cycling around and the thoughts highlighted in this poem came to me so I pulled aside and started writing this.
I remember leaving a copy of it on the camp directors desk and saying if he felt it would bless people to read it at one of our mettings and to keep it annonymous. He did, and it was well recieved. I hope this blesses you also.