sing.

"Here we stand, our hearts are Yours; not our will, but Yours be done."

We sang a song at church last Sunday. It was one of those songs I couldn't get through without tears streaming down my face. I've heard it before - the harmonious sounds of this band, All Sons and Daughters, blaring through the speakers in my own room on multiple occasions. But it took on a new meaning for me, standing there in the back row of church, seeing the words on the screen before me, singing truth over my hardened soul. I couldn't help but change the words in my mind from the seemingly impersonal plural tense to the soul-searching, heart-piercing singular form.

"Here I stand, my heart is Yours; not my will, but Yours be done."

Am I the only one who finds this painstakingly and terrifyingly difficult to sing? Not only to simply sing but to sing these words with with a heart that truly believes it? To sing it with hands open in a true surrender of control over my life? To sing it in a way that allows for the complete bowing of my heart - my own wants, hopes, desires, dreams - to His?

I've had this song on repeat since Sunday. I can't move past it. And I'm not sure that I want to.

{ click here to listen: Wake Up by All Sons and Daughters }