God, keep my eyes raw That I never get used to grace Let me bow my knees every time As I did the first time Make my heartfelt plea for mercy Be the same each night as it was at the altar Let me never become accustom to your presence
I want to recognize my sin and brokenness daily Not for the sake of shame but so that My requirement, my need, no my desperation, My insane, insatiable drive is to be near you. That the scent of the light that kissed your face Is all I need to ease the stir of my heart.
God never let me become comfortable with you. That each time I worship is our first date, Let me pray each time as though I don't know how, Let nothing be routine, nothing be ritual, And that my pursuit each day to keep alive the altar's flame, Be the quest I make daily to follow you.