Part 4: Give Me You
My heart is worn.
The tide surges, flows back, returns again.
Relief is brief.
My spiritual high was not enough to sustain.
Things will never be the same
and yet old habits refuse to die.
The hope in my heart from the night before
even now begins to fade.
Where are you Lord?
What are you about to do?
Like an incoming storm,
I feel your presence in the air.
You used me powerfully
day after day
this whole week,
but my desire for recognition continues.
Remind me that the things done in secret,
the things only you see,
are the things that truly matter.
Lord take this heart, this life,
and give me You.
Take all of me.
Give me a heart that loves unconditionally,
A mind aimed at pleasing you and only you,
A soul unwavering from your will,
Strength that does not fail.
Give me ears that listen only to your voice,
Eyes that see you move.
Give me a mouth that speaks your words,
Hands that do your bidding.
My heart is worn.
The tide surges, flows back, returns again.
Relief is brief.
My spiritual high was not enough to sustain.
Things will never be the same
and yet old habits refuse to die.
The hope in my heart from the night before
even now begins to fade.
Where are you Lord?
What are you about to do?
Like an incoming storm,
I feel your presence in the air.
You used me powerfully
day after day
this whole week,
but my desire for recognition continues.
Remind me that the things done in secret,
the things only you see,
are the things that truly matter.
Lord take this heart, this life,
and give me You.
Take all of me.
Give me a heart that loves unconditionally,
A mind aimed at pleasing you and only you,
A soul unwavering from your will,
Strength that does not fail.
Give me ears that listen only to your voice,
Eyes that see you move.
Give me a mouth that speaks your words,
Hands that do your bidding.
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