From outside does desire come for things
above my need. And worries of the world
affect the very thoughts to which I cling.
Please take my heart that my mind be unfurled.
This game I play of independence serves
me not, I know. Tight fists, too much control,
my eyes can’t see beyond what I observe.
Please bind me to your heart, transform my soul.
Sweet Jesus, Lord of Mercy, bring me near;
I need your might, I’m weary, used up, spent.
Beloved child, take strength, your prayer I hear;
do you not know? Your words are sweetest scent.
My love and grace on you I do adorn.
I’m yours – your peace within me – I’m reborn.