The prayer of the leaky cistern
By this time, O Lord, my leaks are showing and patches coming unglued. I bring my battered cistern, and lay it down beside your spring. Here is a source that never runs dry, never leaks out, never needs patching. Here is a source everlasting, everflowing, everquenching. Here is life, not to bucket away, but to draw near and drink deep. Here, your mercies are new again. Here, I am renewed.