Oh Lord prepare my heart today,
To search your will; and see your face
To walk among the shifting sands
Of changing minds and feeble hands
Gird up my loins; teach me to stand
Among the waves; and mountain peaks
Where waters scarce and hopes are bleak
The work of cleansing must be done
Sort and sift, till you see your son
Whisper words that build and seal
Train my hands; your sword to wield,
Strengthen from the inside out
Strip my form and soul of doubt
I cannot fight with chains and fear
Battlegrounds have no tears
Where are thou Lord, when I’m alone
With blood stained reasons of my own
Show yourself, your hands your side,
If I’m to be your spotless bride
This valley here with merely death
This simple circle of earth and dust
Just barely able to feel your breath
Your spirit rejected, you say it must,
Prepare me now to live and see
The day you come to set us free.
Kb 2015
Sorry I’m still trying to figure out how WordPress works:) if you scroll down the poem should appear.