Mine blood hot with the lava of anger
Wallowed by memories ……..
Such is the being in me, God eternal
I seek not to tutor thee about mineself
But in the sinking humility of contrition
I come with a sore heart for thy thawing mercy!
So You fix me Lord.
Fix me……..lord, Fix me………. Lord
Fix me for I AM BROKEN.
Sooth my lungs cause I am choking
Burn with the strictest furnace mine flesh,
Till my life reflects thy glory as a crystal ball
Be not soft in threshing me,
For the wounds of sin left me scarred
Bake thou me till I be tough-boiled
Hew thou me till I be a polished shaft
For I by myself, I can do nothing.
Consent to mine plea, as I melt feebly.
At thy throne’s footstool, bid me not ‘begone’!
Lest as Cain I become a wild rover,
In the thicket of homesick groaning,
I come! not in languid pretence,
But in self-renunciation and David’s penitence.
Chide thou me with a soft fist of mercy
May this travail profit a hearing with thee
Let it ascend with a pacifying fragrance.
That thy rain of grace may wet my dry soul.
AAT~ all glory be to God.