Cut me to the quick
with honesty your blade –
for long has my still heart
begged to be remade.

Destroy the dark in me,
rip the lies from this tongue;
I ask for the impossible,
and through You, will see it done.

My mind screams against this;
its suffered already, too much.
I'm not ready, barely willing
but I need Your healing touch.

Build Your light in me
and let nothing vile survive.
Scorch me in burning love –
or surely shall I die.

©2006 Lili Leader