MY SUBMISSIONRain down on me Your wisdomShower me with Your light Bring me to my knees Burn up what is not right Convict me with Your Spirit Mold me with Your hand Strip from me any sin that's hiding deep within Don't let me seek a shelter From your Holy grace But lead me to Your bosom Lord As my new refuge place And manifest Your presence so my sinful eyes can see The Holiness of Your being Lord As you're recreating me Break my every bone so that I cannot stand By my own power but must reach for Your hand Tear down the walls I've built up prune me like a tree Cut off the chaims that bind me and set this captive free Then dress the wounds I've taken And help me now to stand Not on mere feet of humans But on two nailed scarred hands. written by: KneelingHeart ©
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