When I have nothing left to give- what can I lift up as an offering to you?
When I can’t lift my arms—how do I exalt your name?
I stand ashamed as my all doesn’t even fall close to what you deserve.
I keep asking you to give to me what I need, to help me see, but you let me be.
My spirit fights, battling what is my human need, when all you ask is for my surrender into your perfect peace.
My eternal joy finds its balance in what I have to give and days pass in emptiness.
My reluctance to praise your name does not lie in my empty hands or tired arms but in my own pride
You ask for nothing and yet I ask for it all
You offer rest for my soul but I remain restless in this battle for control
My dreams, my hopes, my faith I give to you for they were never my own
When I can’t rise, I fall into your arms, my sweet surrender
My worship is laying my emptiness at your feet
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