Lord, Lead My Heart

Lord, lead my heart for it is frail.
It beats for one thing now,
Then for another later.
It craves for something now,
Then shuns the same thing later.

Lord, hold my heart
For it is weak.
It takes your Word to be strong
Yet runs away afraid.
It takes your light as guide
Yet walks in its own way.

Lord, enlighten my heart
For it is confused.
It does not know who
It does not know what.
It just beats intensely
Then pursues even violently.

Lord, my heart is formless.
Please mold it with your hands.
For it easily falls for anything,
And easily leads itself wrong.
It closes its eyes though it sees,
It covers its ears though it hears.

Lord, keep my heart well
For it is fragile.
It easily breaks in pain
And easily melts in sorrow.
It easily hardens in hate
Then freezes in indifference.

Oh how frail is the heart that’s in me.
How can I ever know its ways?
When I can not tame its wildness
And can’t even ease its sadness,
Mine is a helpless heart Lord.

How will I ever learn?
When I look at hearts around me,
Even them, confused and weakened,
Even them, frail and fallen. 

But Lord, you gave me this heart of clay.
Help me only to love you each day.
Though it’s fallen, 
It’s for me to seek you.
Though it’s frail,
It’s for me to trust you.

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