transform these deep seeds into something beautiful. let it not sprout then whither in the cold air, but protect and grow it for Your purposes
fill me with compassion and unrest not deadened by complacency and blinded by self-fulfillment or even normalcy. let me be passionate for your glory but never proud in myself, to be content in all life throws but never comfortable lest i forget Your heart. help me do the hard hours on my knees until You break me and pour through every dark crack, crevice and hidden corner of my being. that i would be the paint and You the Painter.
