Here is my love, Oh God, 

An offering at Your Feet.

If I wasn’t hungry, Precious Jesus,

There would be no cry for You to satisfy.

You have given me all things Good.

Now You are asking me to give them all back.

Abundantly Good-You Alone.

So take my love i pour at Your Feet,

And create something Beautiful from my spilled perfume.

From my broken jar, Oh God,

Form a new heart in me-

From my tousled hair,

make my reckless abandon known-

Oh how I long to let go-

oh Savior, what will you make of these ashes?