If I should die this very night:
Have I loved anyone?
      Have I contributed to Light
when selfish words are done?

      The cords of anger pull me down
to ancient words of death:
      Please help me break them one by one
and open up my breath.

      I carry sorrow like a stone
that bows my tired head;
      Please give me grace to throw it down
before my soul is dead.

      I've worried every day for years
in silly little things;
      Please help me dare to face my fears
and serve the King of Kings.

      My God, you know my foolish heart,
my depth of sin and pain:
      Keep calling me to make my start
to crawl back home again.