Be a thief and rob my sin
Your squatting my heart anyway
My rebel chief, usurp my king
I never liked me anyway

Be my jealous one and cull my lust
Until my heart beats for you
The surgeon I place my eyes and trust
That you'll blind all else from view

Be the thorn in my weary flesh
When the spirit is willing to work
Be the scorn that will refresh
When my heart is about to shirk

Be the door closed when I want my way
Over the the path you've trod
Be my fatal dose when my faith might sway
And when life's over be my God.