Often, Lord, my soul it bends
my heart befriends
and hand extends
to what is false.
Also, Lord, I seek your face
desire grace
and your embrace
for it is right.
Help me in this constant war
to sin abhor
and you adore
for you are good.
Open wide this heart of mine
so in will shine
your love divine
and make me pure.
May I live on holy hill
and can you fill
me with your will
so I am yours.
Then, Lord, at the end of life
beyond all strife
with goodness rife
please take me home.
This poem is taken from my book A New Song, (Westbow Press, 2016) and can be found online HERE.
