Hear I am Lord, I come to do Your will

“Here I am Lord; I come to do Your will.”

A clean heart create for me, O Lord;
A heart yearning to burn with love for You;
A heart desiring to alleviate wounds marking Your Body;
A heart lost, wandering through life’s lost desert;
A heart hoping to receive your saving grace;

My heart grieves for sins which enslave me:
Sins of body sunk in passions of worldly pleasures;
Sins of thought and mind toward greater wealth;
Sins of self-aggrandizement to build up self worth;
Sins which are heavy blows to Your Sacred Body.

To have You dwell in my warm-hearted temple,
My lukewarm heart needs to be heated;
Finding a path leading You to stay,
Constructing a home of faith and grace;
Building blocks of charity,
Tearing down walls of past indiscretions.

Have You nowhere near to rest Your Head?
In one another You will be;
In hidden valleys of one’s affliction;
In light and dark clothing covering faces of sorrow;
In palaces and hovels and places of worship.

On the Day of Judgement the King of Man
Asks not how rich in worldly goods am I;
Asks not how impoverished by unforeseen events am I;
Asks not how beautiful in face and figure am I;
Asks only how poor in spirit am I.

Therefore, to see Your face is my desire;
To see the depth of Your love for me;
To kneel with You in prayer and praise;
To cheer with palms as You enter Jerusalem;
To be in union upon the Holy Cross with arms held wide for me.