Grow me, strong and firm, as the hardy oak tree stands
Mold me, soft and gentle, as the clay inside Your hands
Bridle me, sober and discreet, as the dead broke horse
Raise me, sure and mighty, as the waves that crash with force
Sand me, smooth and even, as the timber in my room
Humble me, pure and thankful, as the babe within the womb
Warm me, kind and nurturing, as a mother’s tender love
Teach me, wise and innocent, as the serpent and the dove
Make me, please, oh Lord, the daughter I ought to be
My life is Yours; I’m not my own, and that is well with me
Let me serve, do kingdom work, and glorify Your name
As Your bride, my aim in life is to be without spot or blame
— Erica Dansereau
Erica Dansereau 