
I sacrifice the ways of man
and rid the pride
of sacrifice
And I will crawl into the bowels
And rise to the sky
into your hands
and I will lift my voice
in delight in whatever you made
me to be
help me to accept what you have vowed
A life, oh Lord, it is mine
A life, oh Lord, it is mine
not rid of strife
but abundance
I’m alive, a wild sun,
a silent moon
slow to utter vows
I sacrifice the ways of man
and rid the pride
of sacrifice
And I will crawl into the bowels
And rise to the sky
into your hands
and I will lift my voice
-Saschia Johnson