Author Sant Tukaram Take, Lord, unto Thyself My sense of self; and let it vanish utterly. Take, Lord, my life, Live Thou my life through me. I live no longer, Lord, But in me now Thou livest. Aye, between Thee and me, my God, There is no longer room for “I” and “mine.” Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments