What a wretch I am without Thee, dear Lord! Apart from Thee, I cannot treat any person rightly, cannot love Thee truly, cannot observe and accept Thy dealings sincerely. O God of the Heavens, before whom mountains quake and tremble, steal my puny show and make me nothing so that I see Thee to be everything. I move closer to becoming the person Thou intendest me to be when I allow Thee to take over every part of me. Take the humble things I offer Thee and accept them as my offering. Be Thou in control. Cause me to surrender to Thy holy will in all things so that my own will dies to itself and I become emptied, swallowed up, lost in Thee.