Spiritual Fervor
Holy, holy is the Lord,
Let me be in one accord;
Full of glory on the earth,
Power over death and birth.
The curse is all over me,
As for my fate I can see;
Because of my desire,
Ends in the lake of fire.
For I am with unclean lips,
As well as a tongue that trips;
Along with deceit and lies,
And corrupted through my eyes.
Take away evil within,
And make me clean from this sin;
Purify my mind and heart,
So I may get a new start.
Make my mind the same as you,
So I may have the same view;
Make my eye so they can see,
All the beauty within thee.
Make the words from lips and tongue,
Preach your Word as they are flung;
Make these feet walk down Your path,
That will spare me from the wrath.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2009 Richard Newton Sherrer
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