Wring me out loving others and I will soak up your grace to be used anew.
Do I need to spend worry on myself?
You restore me—you are my sleep, my daily bread, my vacation.
I never have to wait for you to fill me—I open my heart and there you are.
When you’re gone, it’s my own doing—I have slammed the door in your face and caulked it shut, expecting you to come in through the window.