to the master

every morning i rise

often surrounded by the worries

by the concern of how to make it

through, today.

i worry about the pain,

the joy and even where to find

the strength,

and in you, i rest again.

i am surrounded

yet again

your grace and mercy

find me

they clothe me every morning

tenderly they walk beside me

they supress the weakness

push the strength

kick my fear in the face

they sit in the pit of my soul

filling it with promises

holding back the floods

of doubt and tears

seducing me with your love

how much more will you fight for me?

how much longer will you hold?

you never cease to surprise me

neither your comfort and love

you are committed to my survival

to my purpose and final resolve

i cant help but succumb 

put down my pride

and be your little girl

your million dollar baby

the precious, royal one

you have called

you see so much more

more than i can

a perfect canvas

to display your work

a jar of clay

in need of breaking

but all in all

perfect to be redone

i'll be your canvas

i'll be your clay

i choose to be your masterpiece

i choose to sing you praise

i will rest in silence,

in your refuge my heart will lay

i will trust in your command

master, i will be your slave