I surrender,

not in a religious rock concert
 where the lights are dim and flashy,

but in the daylight where the dishes need to be washed

and unwanted people met, where the rubber hits the road 

and failures color the air.

I surrender and look for your mercy to carry me on.

Pick me up and hold me tide,

as you've done so many times before.

Take me to your throne of grace.

That's the only thing I want to see now.