wash me in your grace

In bitterness of soul Hannah wept much and prayed to the LORD. - 1 Samuel 1:10.

Give me this day my daily bread.
What I need to wield the sword in strength.
What I need to stand the land.
What I need to walk in your way.
What I need to be your hands and feet.
To the lowly, humble and those you have entrusted into my hands.

You have enlarged my capacity, my heart, my space,
My ground tilled and fallowed,
Now waiting for the seeds you have planted
To germinate and grow.
I walk with fear and trembling,
With fear and trepidation.

I need you more than ever now. More than ever.

I won't bargain.
I won't make promises just so I can move your hand.
For I am your son, and I know that you fully
And freely give to those you love.
You answered my cries in the cold bite of the snowy terrains.
You heard my heartache as the last leaf fell from the frozen tree.
You gave me freely what the world did not want me to receive.

But you, YOU, you have called me son.
And here this day I stand, affirmed in your strength.

Give me this day my daily manna.