Can't hear his voice,
Can't see his hand
Just can't percieve,
can't understand
All my iniquities,
cheapen his grace,
My own helplessness,
breaks me inside

Why oh God?
Why can't i change?
Why must i always be trapped in this cycle of sin
A cycle of failing, a cycle of iniquities?
I want to cry out:
"Lord change me and use me, mould me Lord,
I want to be a vessel you can use, vessel for noble use"
Yet my heart seks after other things
Things not according to Your will
pleasing my fallen flesh
Take me the rock higher than I
where all other things will grow dim
Help me to give up the ok and the good,
for the best, Your best