Spilling Prayer

My God, my King,
I can’t sing a forgotten tune.
Come soon, show me the weak,
Speak purpose to my shallow frame,
Let me speak Your holy name to feed
The hungry, the needy, as Your breath fed
What was dead in me. You led me then, from
The valley of death. Don’t let me hoard the wealth
Of sweet salvation- let me run the duration with joy,
Spreading joy where there was sorrow. Give me tomorrow,
So I can render it to You again. Forgive my sin, and bless my faith.