Hold me, my dear G-d.
This is not a fight that I can win.
I lie prostrate at Your feet, my face pressed against the cool stone of the throne room.
I feel Your gaze on me, and it is kind.
I know that You are there for me.
I wish I could clamber into Your lap and snuggle down like a child.
But I am not just your child, I am Your servant, so I stay still, so still.
But in my heart I am in Your embrace, and this is all I need.
My battles are many and they are not ones I can win by sheer willpower, so I turn and hand them over to You.
Like Chizkiyahu the king that I learnt about many years ago in school, I will lie face down on my bed and pray, while You go out and win the battle for me.
Just like this king, I am too weak to do anything more.
This is just what You want of me, and You are pleased.
So I will stay here, bent in prayer, praying and whispering, "Dear G-d, I love you. Spare me the desires of my heart, my straying heart. I long to be with You, I long for purity, I long for goodness".
It's Ok for me to stay like this, I feel safe and secure.
I don't have to do anything more because my Master my King, He will take care of everything.
I am Ok.
I entrust myself with You, because You're in charge of it either way, aren't you?
It feels good to let go.
I love You, my Master.
I love You, my King.