Lord, I come knowing I am not the man you desire me to be,
Nor am I the kind of man I either really would like to be,
I am filled with self and my flesh drags me down today,
I reject the crucified life avoiding the cross come what may,
What do I know of holy, when distractions often abound,
What do I really know of surrender to you who astounds,
I'm impatient, filled with large dreams but small faith at times,
I try my best but you see all and know all my sinful crimes,
I pray for consecration, a more devoted heart and clear mind,
Yet I lose heart and at times find true courage hard to find,
I am not the man you desire and have long willed me to be,
I will only become that man as your grace abounds in me.
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