Nothing More, Nothing Less: Your Presence and My Sacrifice

On the altar once more. That's where I am at. All of me. Not pieces or parts, but my entire being. In the Holy of Holies, just you and me. No one else allowed in. The rope around my ankle disconnected so that no one can hear or drag me away from you. Behind the curtain where no one can interrupt. With you and you alone. Here. I stand. I lay down the sacrifice, ME. I know that I'm not the best of the flock, young and pure, but rather weak, crippled, darkened by the storms and erosions of life. I know that I'm not the best of them all. I know that I'm filthy, but its what I have. Its the best that I have. The best of my supply. Its all of what I have in my possession. Just you and me here. Alone. Take me Lord! This is yours, me. Nothing more do I have. I lay it all down, undone before you ready to be consumed by your fire. Burn away the chaff, the impurities, the caked on filth that has collected over years of guilt, shame, insecurities, pain, mistakes, lies, failures, selfishness, and disloyalty. Nothing More, Nothing Less do I bring to you my dear father. Nothing more do I have. Please accept this offering. Do with it what you may. Keep me here in your presence. Just you and me. For there is nothing more, and I want nothing less.