Thief of Joy
Envy, no more my heart entertain,
Separation, it selfishly employs;
For me and You gives mutual pain,
It robs us fellowship and joy.
Self-loathing takes me to a sphere,
Where, in God, many flaws I find;
My heart, it plays back like a mirror,
Contentment, losing strength of mind.
Thief of joy, your fault is found,
Your common but pretentious lie;
Your doubts now buried neath’ the ground,
Will help my fears to gently die.
Make me whole, my God,
My heart has torn from sin,
Mine eyes can’t see Your beauty,
My soul, it groans within.
Lead me in Your light,
For shame I hide my face,
When wandering in the night,
I strain to see Your grace.
Keep me faithful, Lord,
Until the very end,
My heart, it often wanders,
My faith, it often bends.
Destroy my fortified cities,
That I for comfort build;
Bring me out in lasting joy,
To coffers You have filled.
Oh, Lord, You are sufficient. Your grace overflows my cup with living water. When I taste Your goodness, I shall not want.
You can be the Rock,
And I can be the waves;
Stir the deepest waters, Lord,
Let Your rivers rage.
For when I’m dashed upon the Rock,
Though painful in its force,
The bloody wounds that cut so deep,
Bring me closer to my Lord.