Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of thy love;
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as thou shalt choose.
Take my will and make it thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is think own;
It shall be thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for thee.
We know there isn't. God wants our all. He wants everything we do, everything we say, everything we think, everything we have, to be given to Him.
And really, wouldn't we rather everything we have be in His control, our all-powerful Father, then in our own weak and mortal hands?
Teach me to give it all to you, Father.