MICHAEL SWEET – Post my meaning Take my life and let it be Consecrated, Lord to Thee Take my time, Take 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, let them be, filled with words from Thee Take my love - Lord I pour, at Thy feet its treasure store Ever, only, all for Thee Take my will and make it Thine It shall be no longer be mine Take my heart - it is Thine own It shall be Thy royal throne (Repeat) Ever, only, all for Thee