My eyes be yours,
that I see what is before me,
and the glory there.
My feet be yours,
that I trust this earth that holds me,
and find a path.
My ears be yours,
that I listen deeply to each one,
and hear you singing.
My hands be yours,
that giving or receiving, working or resting,
they hold you.
My breathing be yours,
that your infinite mercy
unfold in me.
My heart be yours,
that I laugh freely in joy
that is not mine alone.
My unknowing be yours,
for in this loving mystery
I belong.