FLEECE

[verseode]

                  

            I lay my life out as a fleece
            To catch Your precious dew
            And let it soak into the parts
            That are devoid of You
            For I am still so insular
            An island out to sea
            Come and land upon the rock
            That is my heart to thee.

            Here I am Lord, I've expired
            There is no fight in me
            I come as gently as a lamb
            As quiet as can be
            There is no hope in what I am
            I've sinned and I repent
            Take Your headstrong, wilful child
            Cause all of me is spent.