I give Him my worries and burdens of heart
I give Him my morrows and daily onslaughts
I give Him my needs and my longings of soul
I give Him my children, their futures to hold.

I give Him my past and all of my days
All of my sin to wash it away
I give Him my feet to use as He wills
I give Him my hands to write words that heal.

I give Him my mornings with sunrise songs
And deep in the evenings our late pillow talks
Yet faintly I hear Him with gentle King tears
Longing to hear of my love given Him.

(July 15, 2015)