Feast me Lord upon your word
If I am glutton let it be here,
That I endure whatever comes
That I push through every fear.
Let me not freeze to be ensnared
Or that others might feel pain;
But react quickly to overcome
That victory would be gained.
That only in the time I slow
Would be to wait on thee,
That your reward would be much more
Then I could ever dream.
Let fear of failing never be
Cement to every step
That it would never hold me down
Or stop what I could help.
But let me grow in all my ways
What brings me near to thee;
And cast aside this flesh to be
What you would have me be.