Without Ceasing

Whether I am a beloved vessel
Of honor, or one of disgrace,
I am Your vessel.
Keep me before Your face.

The earth is Yours, and all mankind.
All is in Your care, under Your command:
Whatever becomes of me,
Let it come from Your hand.

Don’t turn me over to the hands of men.
Let wrath fade; Your grace abound free.
I am Your humble maidservant;
In the womb, You found me.

Be gentle with me, Lover of my soul,
Ache with my ache each day.
I don’t know what to ask You for,
But I know to Whom I pray.