Hear me Lord
My spirit cries out
It cries out for your light
It cries out for your face Lord
My heart and my mind
Have conspired against my spirit
To deprive it of your presence
To starve it and kill it
My mind blasts its light
But it’s light is really darkness
A murky pool of confusion and fear
My heart chases its own desires
Consuming the delicacies of the world
Not the nutrients my spirit needs
Victorious Lord hear my cry
Pierce my mind and heart
Render them useful to you again
Sensitive to your touch and leading
Mighty Anchor 