Living a Sacrifice

Father, may my flesh and bones become a living sacrifice for you.
May I be able to see only what you want me to view.
May I be able to speak only what you want me to say
and make Your priorities my goals of everyday.

Father, may Your glorious feet be the ones walking for me
through a rough and fogged up path so that I may be able to see.
May Your heart be the one giving my body fruit
the fruit that it needs to go on and follow your route.

Treat me like a puppeteer treats his dolls,
giving them life never letting them fall.
Using them to entertain,
a world with nothing to lose and everything to gain.

-Liz Blanco, 1999