lessthansublime
October 10, 2011
Here I am again,
Once more caught up in sin
Always my captor, my leader astray
Forever I will fight it, until the grave
I wasn’t extremely off the cuff
But any sort of lacking is enough
To grow weaker little by little
More away from God, more towards the middle
I call this place less than sublime
It’s not crazy sinful, not a wretched time
However, things aren’t the same
As they were when I walked for his name
Oh that sublimity would once be mine
Oh that all else would be left behind
I know that’s only found in you
Once again, make my heart true
I long for your embrace, your tender touch
I desire your goodness, ever so much
Restore your servant to his proper place
Sitting before your throne, looking upon your face
The glory that’s there will keep me satisfied
Looking on very God, what more could I find?
And may I see my enemy ever clear
May I identify his cunning and never ever fear
For you are the Victor, the only God of strength
You beat him then, and will again at length
Help me trust more fully in these truths
Keeping me always, right next to You
I love you more than all things other
May you be praised, above all others