I bring myself

My singing heart, my days' doxology, my gold,
I bring for celebration.

My stillness, my glimpses of serenity, my frankincense,
I bring for meditation.

My brokenness, my tears of rage and sorrow, my myrrh,
I bring for sacrifice.

Kate Compston 1990.
In Bread of Tomorrow

I love that in all times and all places, we can bring something of ourselves to God, wherever we are at in ourselves, and it will be valued by him as our worship.