How much, O Lord, does my self-righteous soul bear of your name?
My heart be rearranged from the chaotic disarray that brings You hurt and sorrow.
I have been poisoned by life’s venomous pride, lust and futile possession,
Making me the gravest of sinners that needs holy sanctification for tomorrow.

Mend my deepest wounds with Your magnificent healing wings,
Place my unworthy knees to the barren, earthen floor where they belong.
Give me a humble attitude of heart that pleads repentance in hopeful cries,
Break the stonewalls that petrified my soul and fill me again with grateful song.

Teach me to become a sacrifice as You shine brightly within me,
Radiate from me as a solar inferno bursting cool flames of sweet compassion.
May people gasp in wonder and acknowledgement of Your Crown,
Then my life will prosper in eternal meaning as I put Your Words into action.