Make me Yours, o LORD.
Purely Yours.
My heart must pant for Your brooks.
My skin must long for Your touch.
Leave me satisfied with nothing else.
You must do it.
My heart will betray me.
I am only a man.
You have equipped me to do much,
But how desperately I need Your touch.
Your gentle direction.
The divine roapmap.
I don't need the map.
I simply must know You are reading it to me.
Make me quick to thank;
Quick to repent;
Quick to acknowledge that You guide it all.
The world is thirsty for You LORD.
They are ignorant but thirsty.
Transform my heart, so that I may show them the refreshing brook.
I can't do it without You.
I wouldn't want to.
Easy to write but painfully difficult to live.
My heart does want the glory of doing it myself.
Heal this brokenness like only You can LORD.
Send me out,
With basins of Your refreshing love.
