Lift them high to you
Worship, Surrender, Desire
More of You
Less of me
Fill these hands
Fill this heart
Overflowing
Overcome
Now pour me out
Empty my hands
Help me to give
Unashamed, unafraid, unselfish
Humble, "it's not me, but Him"
I poured it out
only those hands were closed
and now
it's all over the ground
Your precious Gift
and how is that not a waste?
How do I try again?
Why should I, anyway?
His answer a jagged pill . . .
medicine nonetheless -
satisfaction, satiation comes in obedience
your food to do My will
consume and be satisfied in Me
you don't choose for them
I have more where that came from
open your hands again.
I am hungry and afraid
But, (sigh)
If you say so, I will
Here are my open hands, Father
Fill me again
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