Jesus I would ask and pray
That you would have your way
Piercing every hidden sin
With light, exposing wicked men
Sanctify this wicked heart
Bent on self and falling short
Always bowing to wood and stone
An idolater and Western drone
Sorrow feels like pressure boiling
Grief and troubles ever flowing
What Hope have I if not in Christ?
The Savior God who breathes out life.
For it is God who takes the most wicked men
And brings them back to Him again.