Dear Lord, make me better, Better at being me. Lift my soul to innocence, From self and greed make free.
Free my heart from bearing The things that bring me shame, Regrets that keep me wakeful, More doubts than I dare name.
Name again the virtues That God does give to all. Bring to my mind the goodness, My better deeds recall.
Recall, too, simple truths, The ones you know I love, Sweet bits of inspiration That filter from above.
Above the earth’s dark clouds That hover, oh, so near, With natural wants and needs, Not what my heart holds dear.
Dear Lord, make me better, Better than what I’ve been. Help me to feel thy favor, Bless me over again. (copyright 2011, Turning Aside to See)
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