I’ve tasted, Lord, who I could be,
A heart that dwells so far from thee,
A potential that terrifies me.
Your letter forgotten on my shelf,
I pour my thoughts into myself.
Then dormant traits that lay inside,
come seeping fourth from where they hide:
Selfishness, envy, lust, and pride.
Unnoticed, with me they abide.
Until one day I finally see
This flesh that’s taken over me.
The mirror reveals a sobering view
of my ever dire need for you.
I brush the dust off of your book,
lay bare my heart for you to look.
Renew me by your word and love,
and hide me in your wings above,
For truly in this glimpse I’ve seen
without you, Lord, what I could be.