To open up these hands,
to drop the things my fists were clenching
and leave them at your feet,
and then, with exposed palms
raised to receive all you have to offer
raised to give myself to you,
all of me,
that is what I long to do.

To put aside the empty things my flesh fights for,
to cast away the lies Satan roars in my ears,
to instead be listening to only your tender whispers of love,
and be walking in the victory you already claimed,
this is what I long to do.

To allow you to draw near at once
and work your plans into a willing heart,
instead of watching you faithfully take the walls in my heart down
brick by brick,
that is what I long to do.

In my human weakness, so often I fail
I fail to act on the things I long for.
But with your enduring patience,
and your ever-tender leading hand,
I will enjoy every second of this walk with you.
even the stumbles, and the falls,
knowing somehow you will turn this brokenness into beauty.