I want to be a child, unconcerned with things too lofty for me. I want to lean against His leg and look up into that beautiful face and see Him smile down at me. I want to be satisfied with that and not need to do things to try and please Him.
I want my hands held in His, I want them too concerned with the nail pierced wounds to be busy doing my stuff. I want the gentle hands that carry the lambs to show me what it means to love.
I want to hear the sound of His voice, the calm quiet voice as He teaches me about Himself. As the Holy Spirit reveals more of Him.
Right at this moment I want my ears, eyes, brain and tongue – oh most of all language – to be stopped from striving and just be who He has made me to be.