In my prayers of deepest longing,
I ask You to saturate, invade, take over.
And I yield to You my dearest belongings;
my fears and speeding thoughts by your love, lowered.
Here poised, can I pray without condition –
surrendered to face
pain for Your end, all-wise?
And, to set my face steadfast –
knowing Your compassion overwhelms all hurt,
And You, Yourself, shall be the prize?