The song of the redeemed

Lord be my infection. Make me highly contagious. Become viral through all who surround me. Infect me with your own nature to the point where I deny my own flesh. Let people walk right past me, look right through me, and not see me. Let it be you that they see, consuming by body, eating my flesh. Become my identity. Rid me of all other cares. Engulf me.
Let it be terminal. I will die to myself. Bury me in the earth with all of my possessions, my earthly kingdom.
Then, once I am no more than a fading memory, an impression in the sand, bring about revival. Breathe life into my spirit. Speak truth into my life. Satisfy me in the morning with your unfailing love. Bring me into your presence. Be my remedy. Restore my soul. Send me into the world to preach good news; to free the oppressed; to provide the poor wanderer with shelter; to clothe the naked and not turn away from my own flesh and blood. Let my light break forth like the dawn. Let my healing quickly appear; let my righteousness go before me and your glory be my rear guard. Then I will call and you will answer; I will cry for help and you will say; Here I am.