Friday, November 25, 2011

Fresh

Lord, my heart is fresh and raw
Something in me from far you saw
Worth a fight, to conquer death
And breath into me your holy breath
So hot and pure and lofe-love filled
The old me died and his possetion spilled
My shell burst open at the touch of your love
My mask ripped away when your word moved
I stand now naked before your greatness
You speak to me gently, and help me assess
Where you want me to go, who you want me to be
As I learn to grow and follow your lead
You will drape me in your robes of honor
Pure and white to reflect your splendor
You will heal my heart while guiding it straight
So I can be eager to follow my fate
A day will come soon when my path I'll see clearly
And I will charge down it knowing you will be near me
Down there will be others, broken, lonely and raw
Whom I can lead back and show them my God
Who clothed me so richly in his righteousness
Then sent me out ready to other lives bless
It was for this purpose you looked far and wide
To find this lost sould who was trying to hide
You guided me back and salved all my wounds
And now all my thoughts are centered on you
Please mold this raw heart, tender and new
So I can go serve and bring glory to you.

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