O Spirit of God,
my boat lies so still
in the waters of vast need.
Send Your holy breeze
as I set my sail
to follow a new course
marked out for me.
O Spirit of God,
the embers burn low
on the altar made for You.
Blow repeatedly
as I yield my will
until a brighter flame
Your eyes shall see.
O Spirit of God,
my love is so dry;
You deserve far more from me.
As I hold real still,
pour in me Your oil
then I’ll rise refreshed
to do Your will.
O Spirit of God,
the clay is too strong
as Your hands try to mold me.
Press deep in my soul,
until my self bends
to Your perfect design
and kind control.
