How fixed these eyes have become
on my flesh, my temptations on me
till a shell of a man deaf and dumb
this hardened heart turns out to be
For all my problems when in view
are higher than grand mountain peaks
so quickly I lose sight of You
and cannot hear the words your Spirit speaks
I soon lose sight of my mission
Of my worth, of all I've sought to attain
To the mundane I give my submission
and trust there is no relief from this pain
But pain I have not felt like the cross
Wounds I have not endured as were there
As a father I have not suffered such loss
Nor made sacrifice born from such care
My body I have not surrendered
much less this heart I hold tight
For I am not ready to be battered
For sharing my precious light
So near to death my fire is found
For no air will I let see its glow
Rather I revel as my problems abound
And let them be all that I know
Oh let them pale in comparison
Father breathe on my dying coals
Receive back your faithless son
ignite a fire again in my soul
For oh just one look upon calvary
Would shrink these mountains I've made
Would soften a heart full of misery
Would the deafest soul persuade
That there is a God full of passion
Full of grace and mercy sweet
And no heart is forbade His compassion
If it be laid with humility at His feet
Monday, March 24, 2008
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