empty me of dreams
that i may live in the fulness of life,
away with the fog that comes my way-
nothing but distractions
give me Adonai,
He who my soul loves and eagerly longs for.
birth in me a new desire to learn of Him and know Him who took delight in me, even in my death.
Chaser of my soul,
if i fall and You permit it and better yet, construct it- let me know that it is towards Your arms that i am landing on,
then will the fall be eternally sweet and the ground less fearful,
since You, even now, sustain me.