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What shall I give thee? Houses and lands? Treasures crafted of gold? What shall I give thee, my child, only ask, And it shall be given, we’re told.
Satan, so subtly, speaks to our minds And whispers, “Ask Him for things. Tell Him to turn the stones into bread; Ask for the joy pleasure brings.
Ask Him to give you acceptance and fame; Ask Him to see that you’re known. Ask Him to give you a world full of friends So that you’re never alone.
Ask Him to give you your place in the sun; Ask Him for all you can see. If you ask, you’ll receive,” says Satan to you, But, ah, child, just what will you be?
Would not our Savior tenderly say, “Ask not for that which won’t last. Ask not for things with no lasting reward, Which will perish when this life is past.
Ask, rather, My child, for that which God seeks And which Jesus alone can impart.” When God asks, “What shall I give thee, My child?” Just answer, “Lord, give my Thy heart.”
Whatever the cost, whatever the price, ‘Twill be worth it one day when you find In exchange for the things you chose not to seek, You have been given – His mind.
