I was calm, placid, content with You
But then you gave me a taste of a promise
Suddenly it's like a whirlwind has entered me
Whipping up dreams and desires
That I had long since laid down
And now I feel consumed in the center of this gale
So I search for Your Truth within the chaos
And once again I lay myself prostrate before You
Begging You to remove it all
To ruthlessly purge every desire that is not You
Every dream of which You are not the sole focus
Submission is peace
And once again I am wholly Yours
“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” Mother Theresa
