Your surety in my desperate nights

aids my confession to the Light.

Thought, touch, sight

There is healing through that water.

Your compassion in my darkest hour.

Maker, shaper, power

Your breath on my soul, as wind,

lifts me from my drowning sin.

Healer, savior, friend

Offering what I am;

my thought, my touch, my sight

To you I surrender;

my maker, my shaper, my power

Be all to me;

my healer, my savior, my friend

Rebecca Wilson 2/8/20