*Yours*
I'm sick of this, I'm sick of me,
And everything I've come to be;
This uncaring, this selfish pride,
This darkened river deep inside.
And yet, I sense a crystal wave–
A little purity's been saved!
Feed it till it takes control,
Drowns out the dim, cleanses my soul.
Take my anger, take my hate,
And with holy hands newly make
Me into Your child alone.
Turn to feather this heart of stone,
And turn this blackbird to a dove.
Fill me with Your endless love.
Make me into a cascade,
Flowing with joy and with Your grace.
I'm giving You all the evil in me,
And begging you to cast it all into the sea,
Never to return, never to haunt,
With Temptation's endless taunts.
Build me strong enough to resist sin,
Strong enough to just give in
To all Your higher plans and ways,
Till newborn tears streak down this face,
And till I am completely Yours.
Oh Lord, please make me Yours.
I'm sick of this, I'm sick of me,
And everything I've come to be;
This uncaring, this selfish pride,
This darkened river deep inside.
And yet, I sense a crystal wave–
A little purity's been saved!
Feed it till it takes control,
Drowns out the dim, cleanses my soul.
Take my anger, take my hate,
And with holy hands newly make
Me into Your child alone.
Turn to feather this heart of stone,
And turn this blackbird to a dove.
Fill me with Your endless love.
Make me into a cascade,
Flowing with joy and with Your grace.
I'm giving You all the evil in me,
And begging you to cast it all into the sea,
Never to return, never to haunt,
With Temptation's endless taunts.
Build me strong enough to resist sin,
Strong enough to just give in
To all Your higher plans and ways,
Till newborn tears streak down this face,
And till I am completely Yours.
Oh Lord, please make me Yours.