To kneel in prayer
To be made whole
To be filled with your spirit
To have you call my name
To be in your soul's embrace
I have nothing to give upon an altar
It's your heart that allows me to offer
I am lost otherwise, broken whole
I'd be cursed, rather than chosen
I am washed with your forgiveness
Like the rain falling upon my flesh
The sin is gone, and you are my lord
Grace abundant, mercy flowing out
I long for you to never leave me
So that you will be in my heart
In spirit if not flesh
Be my final breath
