More of You

This week my family went to Lake Powell, Arizona (and Utah). It was beyond beautiful.

I hiked alot, mostly alone.
I climbed the mountains,
raced to the top,
with no other reason
than just to be,
to feel alive.

I bathed everyday in the lake water
with the morning sun
bringing forth the day
and slept everynight under the stars
with the cool breeze whisping through my hair.


I remember that evening
when you held back the rain
just to be with me
and hear my earnest vows of devotion.
Your creation was my witness.

I meant every word,
though I fall short to live up to the things I say.

My heart longs to be true to you.
So let me die to the world.
Less of me, and more of Jesus.
This is my prayer.