You know each heart, each hidden wound, each scar...

I Bring Those Whom I Love

I bring those whom I love to You, 
commit each to Your loving care: 
then carry them way again nor leave them there: 
forgetting You Who lived to die (and rose again!) care more than I.

So back I come with my heart’s load, 
confessing my lack of faith in You alone, 
addressing all I cannot understand to You Who do.

You know each heart, each hidden wound, each scar, 
each one who played a part in making those we bring 
to You the ones they are (and dearer to You than us, by far),

So—now I give them to Your loving care, with thankful heart,
—and leave them there.

By Ruth Bell Graham