While reading from "Shadow of the Almighty" by Elisabeth Elliot, I came across this poem
written by Jim Elliot on October 09, 1948.
What is this, Lord Jesus, that Thou shouldst make an end
Of all that I possess, and give Thyself to me?
So that there is nothing now to call my own
Save Thee; Thyself alone my Treasure.
Taking all, Thou givest full measure of Thyslef
With all things else eternal--
Things unlike the mouldy pelf by earth possessed.
But as to Life and godliness, all things are mine,
And in God's garments dressed I am;
With thee, an heir to riches in the spheres divine.
Strange, I say, that suffering loss,
I have so gained everything in getting
Me a friend who bore a Cross.