To hope to hope to hope
To die to die to die
Over and over
A million times
To my own mind
And its lack of Christ
I am suffering a symptom of humanity
A hope in things that are not Him
A life I know to be good when faithful
With a quality of faith so paper-thin
And yet here I am, Lord
Fallen at Your feet, again
Make me new, make me good, make me You
Make me Your daughter, Your wife, Your friend
Let me want You in all things
Let me be glad with nothing else
Let me see You in even my rearview
Give me Your love, give me life, treasures I cannot sell
For I am suffering a symptom of humanity
A want, a strive for things that are not You
Make me whole, make me full, make me joyous
Because God, I know I know I know I know
Only You to be truth.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
To hope to hope to hope
To die to die to die
Over and over
A million times
To my own mind
And its lack of Christ
I am suffering a symptom of humanity
A hope in things that are not Him
A life I know to be good when faithful
With a quality of faith so paper-thin
And yet here I am, Lord
Fallen at Your feet, again
Make me new, make me good, make me You
Make me Your daughter, Your wife, Your friend
Let me want You in all things
Let me be glad with nothing else
Let me see You in even my rearview
Give me Your love, give me life, treasures I cannot sell
For I am suffering a symptom of humanity
A want, a strive for things that are not You
Make me whole, make me full, make me joyous
Because God, I know I know I know I know
Only You to be truth.
