How quickly, Lord, I move Into my comfort’s groove. How quickly am I blind No mystery do I find. Your word becomes so dull I cannot see at all. I look at pages thin And know there’s depth within. But all that I can see Is what I’ve made of thee. An idol of my thoughts A finite god I’ve wrought. My sin, I used to think, Was only when I’d drink Of fleshly passion’s cup Drunk down with lusty sup Drunk deep with vice and greed Fulfilling selfish need. But now the sin I know So subtle does it grow Into a love of facts And to familiar acts Then sacrifices dull That you don’t love at all. Create in me a new Fresh heart that can love you, Two hands that ne’er will build Mute idols that are filled With mem’ries of the past Forms dead that cannot last. Please let me live again Away with all my sin, And open these blind eyes To see the truth from lies, And make my heart contrite To sacrifice a'right And ever live in light.