Lord, melt this cold heart of mine.
There is just not the time...
To walk this earth in unrepentance,
'Lest a man wants an eternal sentence.

Lord, guide these feet of mine.
Lord, keep me on your road.
Lord, by your Spirit, prompt my heart.
Lord, my spirit, prod and goad.

Lord, I am but a wayward sheep.
Shepherd me as the one, alone.
More so than the ninety and nine,
Lord, break this, my heart of stone.

Mold me and fashion me like...
Like the potter would the clay.
I desire to be a vessel of honor, Lord,
Speak to my heart, I pray.

Ronald E. Guilfoyle

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