You don't aim to take me from the place for which my soul longs.
You long to give me the world:
You long to show me more of Yourself.
I make this leap into Your arms not for the things I can receive,
But, rather, to trust You more, to know You better.
So I wipe from my mind every plan I had for the future.
From my speech I remove, "I hope to,"
For hope makes room in which expectations breed disappointment,
And I trust that I will never be disappointed by You.
I trust that You are the only deeply satisfying thing.
I give You my life.
Where You go I'll go, where You settle I'll settle.
By Your daily bread I will be sustained,
Faithful over that to which You call me now.
I trust You to guide me through the wilderness that is life.