I offer you my sadness and lethargy,
the gray pain of a dull body averse to song,
affronted by color and flesh.
Like this, without feeling a thing,
I am yours.
Take my life and hold it in your hand
as one holds a small bird fallen from a nest,
wounded by wind;
and in your kindness, restore me
to the heaven of your abiding presence.
Awaken me again to the beauty of earth
and to thankfulness for my life upon it.
I ask through Christ, my Lord.