Nearing winter

But now I stand behind him,
in the silence of prayers.
He puts a hand in a pocket.

Should I slip away, I wonder,
or go up and touch his shoulder,
and talk about the weather.

No, I'll leave him, alone.

I will offer up my life

I will offer up my life in spirit and truth
Pouring out the oil of love as my worship to You
In surrender I must give my every part
Lord receive the sacrifice of a broken heart

Jesus, what can I give
What can I bring
To so faithful a friend
To so loving a king
Saviour, what can be said
What can be sung
As a praise of Your name
For the things
You have done

Oh my words could not tell
Not even in part
Of the debt of love that is owed
By this thankful heart

-Matt Redman-