timid hands

With timid hands i raise question
to how i am to praise with a
broken heart and rebellious spirit
that constantly control to the
point i fear it will never reach
Your ears?

With a tired voice i call Your name
With shattered dreams i try to
blame the only One who loves me.

With silent tears i drown my rage
that begs for mercy from my
cage of self-destruction.

With guilty eyes i strain to see
the reason why You have
chosen me to love You?

With a humble heart, i drop to my
knees, wondering how
only You to please...

With a selfish spirit i wish would die,
Lord take my heart and
crucify
all the things i hold onto
that hinder me of
reflecting You...

With an arm of mercy and a
heart of grace, You shine
Your light upon my face
blinding me so i can see
that it's only through You
i will ever die to me.

hyb 2000