Lord, make me into a cradle for You to come down and be born. Rest in me. Come alive in me. Be born in me. I know I am brittle like old wood, but break me down into pieces and craft me into a cradle to welcome You, to hold You. I am brittle like old wood, but use me like kindling. Kindle in me a bright fire. Ignite in me a deep, burning love that warms my cold heart. Help me to radiate outwards to warm others. Let my fire be Your fire; and when that time comes when You choose for my fire to die down, let my embers still glow with Your warmth. But when all the fire is gone and all that remains are cold ashes blowing in the wind, I pray that You will reignite my spirit in eternity, to glow in Your Glory forevermore.