I lift my eyes to heaven, my hands before my head,
I ask You why you let me live when really I should be dead.
I'm so confused and lost sometimes, it pains me to seek Your face-
I shudder at all the things I've done-those things You did erase.
So make me broken, use me God, You know that's what I need,
Convict me, Lord, where I have stumbled-bring me to my knees!
Redeem me of my selfish acts, cleanse my heart as a whole!-
Mold me, shape me, use me God,
-Your sevant, a lost , wretched soul.
 
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