I fall at Your feet, my Jesus

(The diary of Ruth Bryan)

A poor, weak, guilty, hell-deserving creature--
I fall at Your feet, my Jesus. You have redeemed
me by Your blood; I am Yours! Oh, use me for Your
glory! Reveal Yourself still more unto me. By faith
I would embrace You for more . . .
  gratitude,
  love,
  faith,
  submission,
  patience,
  courage,
  and all I need,
while in this dreary desert--which You alone
can cheer--for all must come from You.