a prayer

You have spoken.
You have touched my heart and it pained me.
You extended your finger and it burned.
I felt dry and distant and never again do I want that experience.
You have me.

I give you my dreams.
I lay them down at your feet.
All I have is yours.
My reputation is yours.
My security is yours.
My vision is yours.
My heart is yours
I give you my hopes.
My expectations are in your hands.

I am your creation and you are my creator.
My life has been bought at a price.
I am no longer my own.
I live not for myself but for you, my God.
And I realize that all I can do is lay myself down at your feet.