Murder me, O Lord!
Kill every ounce in me that shouts, "to Shawn be the glory!"
Sink your knife deep into my conceited heart and let the blood of self-love flow.
Take me down to the river and hold my head under until my rebellious, flailing arms and boastful beating chest are stilled.
Take your glowing iron off your holy altar and melt my lustful eyes out.
Take my tongue; my evil, wicked tongue and cut it out. Burn it!
Then, O Lord, watch me die. Check my pulse to be sure. Let there be in me no more life of my own.
Now I'm yours, utterly yours.
Breathe on me and I will be raised.
Reach into my chest, replace a new heart within me that will beat "Soli Deo Gloria!"
Touch my mouth and I shall speak with a holy tongue.
My hands and feet will be busy about your work.
My brand new eyes will see your glory and it's light will never leave them.
It is I, but it is no longer I. I once lived, but now you live within me.
Galatians 2:20 "I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me."
