More Of You
by Sheenah Littlehale

I said, "Lord, I want more of You,"
He said, "Do you give me your mind?"
I said, "Yes, Lord, I do."
So He give me His thoughts
And He molded my mind.
And His thoughts were of hope,
And were pure, and were kind

Then I said, "Lord, give me more of you!"
"Do you give me your eyes?"
I said, "Yes, Lord, I do."
So He gave me His eyes.
And I saw without pride.
And I saw with compassion and love,
And I cried

So I said, "Lord, I need more of you?"
"Do you give me your voice?"
So I opened my mouth
And out came His word
And people were changed
By the truth that they heard

And after a while I said, "More, Lord, of you."
"Do you give me your hands?"
I said, "Yes, Lord, I do."
So He moved through my hands
And He healed and made war.

So I said, "What else, Lord? I must give you more."
I said to my God, "What more can I do?"
" Can you give me your love?"
I said, "Lord, I love you!"
So He gave me His hand,
And placed me by His side,
And then He embraced me and made me His bride.

The Light
by Susanna Rickards

I look into your eyes, faint though they are
Are you lost?
Or just denying your knowledge.
Do you comprehend?
Or understand more than you pretend.
You are hopeless.
I am not blind.
I see your pride as well.
Your vision is cloudy.
Rip away the curtain that blinds you so fiercely!
Or are you tying your hands yourself?
"Don't bother," I can hear you say,
But secretly you are crying for help.
Even you cannot hear the yearning in your soul,
Or do you ignore it?
I walk away.
The light in your eyes is gone for now.
Will it return?
I tire of looking.

Sheenah Littlehale is a 20-year old former home-schooler from Portland, Oregon. Susanna Rickards is 15 and home schools in Florida.