au courant

Break me open, Lord. Break me open and find the things that I have not surrendered. Break me open and take away that which I have secretly held onto, that which has kept my lips from saying “Thy will be done”. Take away those things that have kept me from carrying my cross with humbleness. Bring me back to the place where I first fell in love with you, to the place that my heart was set aflame for you. Let me never forget your faithfulness and goodness. Let these hands produce life and joy, not death and destruction. Lord, let my life be one of eternal obedience. A life that is written with your pen, and read aloud by your voice. Only when the pages of my life are written by your hand, will I know that my story is worth reading. Make my story matter, bring glory to You through my tears. Thy will be done, oh Lord. For it is the only will that will stand the test of time, the only will that will produce a living soul such as mine that will learn to run in seasons of weakness. Take my life, make it yours.