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?