Lord, I am tired.
I desire to labor
but my mind is short
of the perspicacity
which I demand
Lord to what do I labor
Your greater glory I
desire above all else
If not in heart then
in mind — in cold, cold mind.
Oh Lord why does not
my heart beat for You
as it does for her?
Oh Lord — why, oh why
why oh does not Your spirit
flood my heart to wash
all away which displease
Your Holy Excellence
Lord purge me –
purify the small man – the
weak man – the
pauper who thirsts for You
No more strife, warless days
Lord, quickly, come!
From the City on a Hill 