“Lord, help me to glorify You; I am poor, help me to glorify You by contentment; I am sick, help me to give You honour by patience; I have talents, help me to extol You by spending them for You; I have time, Lord, help me to redeem it, that I may serve You; I have a heart to feel, Lord, let that heart feel no love but Yours, and glow with no flame but afection for You; I have a head to think, Lord, help me to think of You and for You; You have put me in this world for something, Lord, show me what that is, and help me to work out my life-purpose: I cannot do much, but as the widow put in her two mites, which were all her living, so, Lord, I cast my time and eternity too into Your treasury; I am all Thine; take me, and enable me to glorify You now, in all that I say, in all that I do, and with all that I have.”   Charles H. Spurgeon

sunset over Robben Island (Capetown, South Africa 2005)