a variation of "rain on my face"

i don't have to move to listen
i'm close enough, as it were
i don't have to sing well to praise You
Your angels do that better already
i don't have to work for Your goodness
i don't have to chase down Your love
i don't have to move to listen
You are wherever i am
You call me to obey,
  to submit and to honor
so here i am
  humbled, dry.
fill me up with Your glory,
fill me up till i drown.




i wrote this during the last TNW, when the honorable blane young refreshed my perspective on ephesians 5.21 and 6.1.