A Great Poem

I really like this poem. This is our ticket to heaven. Keep growing.

Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow
That a time could ever be,
When I proudly said to Jesus,
"All of self and none of me."

Yet He found me: I beheld Him
Bleeding on the accursed tree;
And my wistful heart said faintly,
"Some of self and some of thee."

Day by day His tender mercy,
Healing, helping, full and free
Brought me lower, while I whispered,
"Less of self and more of thee."

Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
"Lord, thy love at last has conquered;
None of self and all of thee."
~by Theodore Monroe