My life
Is not mine
I am returning to you
Your arms
Your love.
The worship says
That you are altogether lovely
And I agree.
Because you saved me
From myself.
I will bow to no other.
I am yours
And you are mine.
Your love
Is mine to spread.
I am the butter knife
The world is my bread.
I want to cover it with
The butter.
Your love.
Give me these visions
Give me this love
And help me
To love unconditionally.
I am almost crying
Humbled by your majesty
I can barely move
In your presence.
Everything pales in comparison
With you
And this blessed peace
This yearning to help others
However I can.
There is so much to do
And I am not sure if I can
Do it all.
I cannot do it
Alone
By any means.
I need your help.
And the help of those
Who You call
To love on this
Fallen
Broken
Colorless
Corrupt
Beautiful
World.
I ask this in your name.