My God

Not because I need to speak,

To stand, to be seen or heard,

But because when I am weak

You stay strong and true to Your Word.

Not for my purpose,

But for Your affections.

Only You could work this

Dead mess to resurrection.

I am here for You alone,

And what pleases You is all

That makes me feel like home;

Your company alone enthralls.

Use me, hide me, either way

Don’t leave me to the hands of men.

Walk the unbroken union every day,

Speak unto my soul again,

Your words, not mine.