I leave my burdens in Your hands.

My fears have burned me. Take my soot. Consume it wholly. Wash me clean.

Build my legs, Lord, make me stand, and I will walk Your mountain path, and when I tumble near the edge or over cliffs into ravines —

the valley of the shadow of death —

I will return here. Help me say I leave my burdens in Your hands, and help me say Lord, wash me clean.