Lord, this heart was transformed by Your power
Ever growing in Your will
Teach me each and every hour
In the chaos, to be still
Train my heart to yield Your glory
Sort through my heart and make it Yours
Haunt my thoughts --steal my worry
In short, help me comport myself according to Your Word
Never let me stray far from You. . . guard me; keep me. . .
Ever mindful of my Lord
Free my mind from tiring tirades
Open my heart --these eyes-- to the love that You have shown
Reach me when I don't desire, that which my soul craves the most
Order my steps that I may follow You closely
Nothing, You tell me, can snatch me from Your hand
Let me, in my present weakness, boast
Yet, do so only that I might revel in Your strength and perfect plan
Yes, from the start my heart was bent on turning from You, God
Oh, but Lord, turn my heart from yearning for these frauds
Unruly as my heart may be, Father mold it, now, anew. . . and. . .
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