The Offering

I come with hands both open, empty, carrying stones I've held too long, each worry etched in weary lines, each fear a weight upon my song.

The debts I owe, the roads untaken, the words I spoke and wished away, the nights I lay awake in silence, counting shadows of the day.

I lay them down at feet Divine, these heavy things I cannot hold, not because I've learned to trust, but because it pains my soul.

For every burden I've been holding, every secret, every shame, there is a grace that meets me here, and calls me by my name.

So, take this heart, this broken vessel, this mind that races through the night, I offer all I am and have, and trade my darkness for Your light.

Let me remember, when I stumble, that in the  cross I am not alone— Just love, and trust, and mercy as I plant in soil and stone.