I love the Lord. I am his disciple. He is the light in my darkness. He is the starving person on the street. He is the orphaned child. He is the widow. He is the poor, the hopeless, the weak. He is everything I need.

I lean not on my own understanding.
My life is in the hands of the maker of Heaven.
I give it all to you God, trusting that you'll make something beautiful out of me.
I will climb this mountain with my hands wide open!