Your nearness comes and I am undone. It drives my face to the floor here at Your feet. My sacrifice is a broken heart and a contrite spirit. My tears are for You alone to gather in Your bottle. Mere groaning and sobs are my utterances. I am vulnerable to all You ask of me. I tremble at Your Words. Acquiescence comes in obedience to Your will. My fear tries to slow my steps but You strengthen me when I am afraid. I cannot be left behind, unfulfilled. To have more of You I must follow where You lead.