2016...

May You be the face of my 2016.

Hide me in Your cross,

less

lesser

until none of me is magnified.

Let my 2016 speak of radical worship

of total abandon 

of complete surrender.

Let it be the year of extremes

where my very eyes will experience in flesh

the existence of grace

Where 'me' shall thrive

not because of 'me'

but only because of You.

When You bless me,

and even in times when it feels like You don't,

let me choose to worship.

Break me. Pierce me. 

Mold me. Recreate me.

'til all of me will scream only of you,

'til my heart finds its joy in fading 

so the world will see you shining!