Lord, it seems

Lord, it seems That I fail and fail again. I see Your face, But then the veils return again. Emotion’s stirred, but there’s no change in me. I’m living in my soul; I have to learn A little more, each day, O Lord, to turn.

Lord, I know That I’ve truly seen You, but The vision fades; I look away to other things. Remind me, Lord, reveal Yourself to me, That from my idols I would be set free. A little more, each day, I want to see.

Lord, my mind Is occupied with many things— This thorny age, With all of its anxieties. My faith is weak; I’m caught up in my cares. I need to learn to tell it all to You! A little more, each day, my mind renew.

Lord, my will Is resistant to Your touch. Disarm me, Lord; Don’t let me win against Your grace. I turn my eyes and see Your patient love— What can I do but stop and come to You? A little more, each day, my will subdue.

Lord, I pray, Make me desperate for You. Keep drawing me And training me to hear Your voice. Lord, even though my progress is so slow, You’re by my side; You will not let me go. A little more, each day, I’d love You so. A little more, each day, and I will grow.