tbsounde2
Sep 30, 2011
what a sad state of affairs when the heart grows so dull that words begin to lose their meaning
making songs of praise to You Lord just empty melodies and ritualistic singing
Lord quicken this wayward heart of mine and stir it unto greater measures of love and affection
for the things of Your heart, my soul’s only source of life and perfection
that i may be still, my mouth silent, letting my heart sing true
as deep cries out to deep, and give more than just empty words unto You
that even though my offering may be worthless and small
may it at least come from the heart and be true to You my God my Life my All