Not my will,
for it falters with fear
and bends toward comfort.
But Yours,
steady and burning
with holy love.

Teach me to live
as You have spoken,
not just in great moments,
but in the quiet yes
of morning surrender,
in the unseen kindness,
in the heavy lifting of grace.

You have made me
not for self-glory,
but for Your delight,
reflecting Your mercy,
carrying Your peace,
being a living vessel
of Your will on earth.

Strip away
what is not of You.
Empty me
of lesser loves.
Fill me
with Your Spirit,
until even my breath
prays Your name.

Let me live, O Lord,
not seeking survival,
but offering surrender.
Not hoping to be known,
but to make You known.
Not counting each win,
but to love well.

And when the day is done,
may it not be said
that I was great,
but that I was Yours.