A Prayer
O, that You would heal my soul
For it is afflicted
The odds are ten to one
Without You I am undone
I struggle to open the door
Yet open it I must
For victory enters when You arrive
In You I place all my trust
Hasten to my aid, O LORD
I need You by my side
To put to death my false selves
For which You willingly sacrificed
Your life for mine, so that I can grow
My sin for Your perfection, Your Blood doth flow
Hold me, cleanse me; make me anew
That I will guide little sheep
To journey where they must
Your Plan I will follow until the time to sleep
