Isaiah 6:8

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I; send me!”

Here I am.

Those are Your words, Lord.

Those words are Your prayer to me.

Here I am.

And they echo in my soul.

They grow louder, not softer.

They do not fade away.

Here I am.

They are Your words, Lord.

At night before I sleep,

they settle down and curl up,

nestle themselves close to my heart.

Here I am.

In the morning, they throw open

the blinds and bring with them

the heavenly glow of the rising sun.

Here I am.

The words never leave me.

You never leave me, Lord.

Your words are both

a promise and a plea

to be seen, to be known.

Here I am.

Your words are a call that takes root deep within,

but it is not my spirit that nourishes Your words,

rather Your words feed me.

Save me.

Heal me.

Strengthen me.

Here I am.

Your words become a part of me,

until that day I can say back to you—

Here I am, Lord.

Send me.

Amen.