Give me Your peace, Your freedom, Your love, Your burden, eyes, Your hand, Your heart, Your words, Your night and day, Your food, Your rest and work, Your light, Your spirit.
Your water, Your faith, Your tears, Your blood, Your voice, laugh, hand, Your sight, Your patience, heart, Your news, Your praise, body, Your song, peace, and yet again, Your peace.
The light broke in me, so shatter and shine through the parts of my life that seem cracked and dry, dark and scared. Afraid to feel, to fail, to fault. I'll give you this knowing You can make something good of it, that you'll know exactly what I mean before I do. Lift this with me if it be mine to lift. I know you'll say one way or another.