Oh God, I want to run full on into the ocean of your grace embrace. Saturate me in your magnificence; soak me in benevolence. Baptize me in your Truth above all truths. Let the pounding waves of YOU shake me and wake me and take me into Your very presence; removed from the superficial standards and illogical insecurities of those who work on their tans and sip iced tea on the sun warmed beaches of religious acknowledgement,

security's acquirement, 

comfort's allurement,

never-ending amusement,

But I desire abandonment,

And when I don't, change me so I do.

 

  The part of me that You have touched no longer wants to hear You only as background noise amid a cocaphony of meaningless hustle and bustle;

 proclaiming and exclaiming and defaming.

Pour over me with Your unceasing waves. I want to be powerless in Your presence;

 I want no self but for Yourself;

I want to lose my-self in You.  

Flood me

Wash me

Submerge me,

Drown me in you.

I dream of becoming not merely the salt of the earth, but salt in your endless ocean;

an element of endless devotion

in a raging current beyond the aging, current, temporary world back on shore.

Flood me, God.  Consume me. Hold me.