Let my hands, marred and filthy
Be cleansed, purified and true
So that I can reach a world that’s dying
And let them find you.
Let this tongue, course and violent
Touch the coals from your holy fire
So that I might speak of truth
And love might penetrate this liar.
Let my heart, selfish and vain
Beat for the hurting and the lost
So that, with your power and might
Your blood might drown the cost
What my heart should love and fear
Christlikeness, breaking sin’s dark mold
This body, soul and mind brought low
So that I, in Christ, a servant…may be bold.
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