Plough deep in me, great Lord, heavenly husbandman, that my being may be a tilled field, the roots of grace spreading far and wide, until You alone are seen in me...
I have no master but You, no law but Your will, no delight but You, no wealth but that which You give, no good but that which You bless, no peace but that which You bestow.
I am nothing but what You make me. I have nothing but that which I receive from You. I can be nothing but that grace adorns me. Quarry me deep, dear Lord, and then fill me to overflowing with living water.
-Adapted from Valley Of Vision