Oh Great God,
Why have you gone to such great lengths to hide yourself,
Your creation is all around. you the master,
Why not claim your work, sign nature, remove all doubt,
Why make us live, seek, learn to love?
You created us, so why not shape us, mold us completely?
I fear the trials, hold my hand, make me move,
I don’t want to live this life but have you live it for me.
Could it really be, that this most blatant curse
Is secretly your greatest gift to me,
That I may live, live by me, through and for you?
Make me wise
Help me find joy in correction
Make me realize you are working
Making me grow, changing my will
This is my desire
To grow in the knowledge of you
To apply it, to grow wise
To be a light to the lost
To know how to lend a hand
To mend the broken heart
To give a caring word
To be like your son
Lord grant these things upon me
I am willing, the heart desires, the mind aches
Make me, break me, take me,
Now.
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