Longing to be a part of something larger than myself, I wrote this:

As a fire consumes a sacrifice and draws it to Your Throne;
Let my voice be lost in yours, O God, and my plans consumed by Your own.

Let the single raindrop of my life drown in Your river of Peace
And flow into Your sea of Grace for all Eternity.

May the simple note of praise I bring join Your Symphony;
Until, at last, my voice with Your’s makes perfect harmony.

May the single brushstroke I can be, be lost in Your Masterpiece.
I would that the strand of thread I am, in Your fabric never cease.

Take my temporal earthbound dreams; the things I think I know;
All my silly selfish schemes, I gladly let them go.

“Not my will but Thine be done,” this is my earnest plea
Not my name, but Your’s be praised. “Here am I, send me.”