Lord, let my hands be ever ready to serve.
Give me your eyes to see the broken and your balm to bring comfort.
Let the voice of my will be silent when your mouth opens
Let me guard my motivations so the outflowing of my heart and hands are pure
May I never be afraid of risk or movement
May wisdom lead as I submit to follow
Let love be my beacon, strength come from my weakness, truth be my anchor and peace go before me
You increase as I find myself hidden in the wonder of your grace
Take all of me and use me
Have your way as I remain forever grateful.