Take Away

Meet me in the storm

Give me eyes to see

Your merciful destruction

Of the lies beguiling me

All I build upon the sand

Of false philosophy

I surrender to the storm

That washes over me

Meet me in the fire

That burns away the dross

Of all I have a tendency

To cling to but the cross

Lesser things that I desire

That turn my heart from you

I surrender to the fire

So I can burn for you

With your fire

Purify

In the storm

Make me clean

Take away

Everything

In the way

And in between

Where I am

And you are

I am counting

On the cross

And all else

That I have

I will count it

All as loss

Meet me when I stumble

Meet me in despair

Meet me in this temple

Fallen down in disrepair

I tremble in your presence

But I need to be renewed

So I'm willing to surrender

All that needs to be removed

With your fire

Purify

In the storm

Make me clean

Take away

Everything

In the way

And in between

Where I am

And you are

I am counting

On the cross

And all else

That I have

I will count it

All as loss

By Vic Lortz

8/15/2010

[Philippians 3:8

What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ.]

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