Becoming that on which it dwells,

My mind of clay carves deeper wells

As I begin to plead for you

To be its potter, through and through

My thoughts and feelings, do discern

And let your Word become my light

My reasonings please overturn

Examine me and make me bright

There’s happiness at your right hand

On grounds of mercy you allow

Your kingdom will forever stand

I’ll live in then and dream in now

To whom, then, shall I go away?

Till time indef’nite, here I’ll stay.