Help me Lord to choose you every time
Kill my idle whims at their stem
Don’t let me take my eyes off your love
To polish stones and disregard the gem
Shape me Lord and bathe me in your Word
Cast away my ego to the sand
Bind my will to yours forever more
Help my selfish heart to understand
Forgive me Lord, I let my head be turned
By bits of foil glistening in the sun
Don’t let my heart forget where I belong
And the priceless blood that says the work is done
Words and photography by Chris George
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