Oh, my God, I seek your will
While I am less and you are greater still
My lying heart tells my feet where they should go
I claim to be righteous, yet my flesh wins even so
My ears do not hear your great commands
And my eyes cannot see you from where I stand
Who I am to claim the right
To seek your will while holding a knife
That I cannot raise to end my flesh
Or cut off the hand that sins again and again
Where is the humbleness I seek
That me, consumed by pride, will never be able to reach
How unsure is my salvation
If these are the only things my life speaks
How far must you break my spirit
Before sin no longer means me
I watch the wisdom I ignore
Bleed from my veins and wage a war
Against my shame, against my guilt
And against these walls I did not realize I had built
My God, raise your merciful hand
I would rather see you than be called blessed
And why must that be a sign of my selfishness
Why is the desire to see your face
While I doubt, the **** of failing faith
My heart collapses in on my soul
While my fears converge on this road I feel I walk alone
This cannot be how it feels to be called an heir
So, my God, please hear my prayers
I know this is not the chaos of revival shaking my heart
So take hold of this monster, also known as my will
And stop it from tearing my surrendered soul apart