I am leading so far away
My path is taking me astray
“God break me and melt me” I pray
May you mold me through your clay.
My bosom is filled with contrite
Fully covered by too much pride
How pretentious I am to look upright?
O, Lord. Make my heart pure and right
Difficult to stretch my ear and hear you call
How come I never see your cross?
That, far away my sin, had been tossed.
Lord, help me to bend my knees
My eyes: May you I only see.
Teach my heart be a repenting soul
Through you, may I be free and whole.