With You

“I’ll be what you want me to be, Dear Lord,”
I sing, inspired, and I will,
But You’ll have to shape me; I haven’t the power
To even want to try that hill.

“I’ll be what You want me to be,” I say,
And, just when I’m certain, I fall.

So, Lord, in the strongholds of my heart,
You’ll have to break down the wall.

You came in when I asked, just as You said;
You promised me life anew,
But I’ll need Your help if, short of Heaven,
I’m to be any more like You.

So I’m asking You to be my strength.

Open my eyes to see as You view.

And, as I grow, sometimes with Your help,
I’ll do what You want me to do.