All You Want From Me

Lord, You have made me Yours,
strands of my parents
selected to reflect You, uniquely.

Washed by weathered years,
spun by trials and turbulence,
I’m crafted for Your service
with all my floundering –

Past choices, good and ill,
the hardest times and tangled days.
New options sifted, tried and dropped
with strands of light in darkness –
the stain and tint of seasons.

All work and weave together in me
for good, and
shape me for my calling – Your purpose.
Thus You retrieve my buried heart,
weave it into tapestry.

This is all You want from me –
all that I am, and am becoming,
shaped by You,
is in Your hands.

— Christine Rigden