Committed

Let my heart break at your bidding,
heal at your touch,
mourn over sin,
rejoice in your love.

Die fully to self,
live as your light,
work as your hands,
exquisite in your sight.

I pray these easily,
each little rhyme,
asking for hard things
while the sun shines.

But when the storms come,
when you answer my prayer,
Lord, mold my heart,
your Image to bear.