I am empty, Lord.
Let me make no mistake,
Without You I am nothing.
Without You my words will not flow.
Daily remind me, Lord,
That you are the fountain,
And I am the aqueduct,
Lest I become like the Deceiver,
Who first deceived himself.
Convinced as he was,
That his power was his own,
For in truth the power of the Adversary,
Is in Your hands alone.

When you created me,
You seeded me with words.
But You are not an absentee god,
Instilling in me everything I need,
And leaving me to discover it myself.
Instead, You nurture me.
Like a farmer who’s planted a crop,
You feed and water the seed,
You shine Your light upon the sprout,
And it grows by Your influence.
Overflow, dear Lord,
Drown me in Your glory.
Use me as Your conduit,
To deliver Your words to the thirsty.