Lord I long to be of one thing.
To know you in the deepest place
To ever search and seek your face.
To love you above all earthly gain
To praise you in sickness, health and pain.
To know the gentle whisper voice
To make your life my living choice.
Help me to lay at the cross all competing desire
May you be my breath, my soul’s only fire.
Make my heart your true possession,
This is my morning, and daily confession.
(c) 2014 Christina Dammerman